When you follow your bliss… doors will open where you would not have thought there would be doors; and where there wouldn’t be a door for anyone else. - Joseph Campbell

So after a morning of metaphorically knocking on the door of the industry re an open letter pertaining to Bandstocks, I open the door to fetch the mail (bills) and the fucking thing falls off in my hand.

The whole door!

I’m still happy though, the weather is a wet, cold ogre banging at my window and I have to go out there now but today I feel happy and there is nothing that I would wish for except that everyone else could feel the same.

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