A week in New Orleans with my kids and my mom was super fun — we ate, danced, and listened to some jazz. I walked the railroad. I went to a few magick stores... Tonight’s show reminded me: nothing changes if nothing changes. I learned that faith, the size of a mustard seed, can move mountains. I was a runner, someone who didn’t give a fuck and my life felt like that.

Then the narrative changed: I started giving a fuck and suddenly my life looked different.