A write up for an article I stumbled upon without the intent of posting anything (RSI killin' my wrists/forearms rn); yet here we are. The panicked background behind the phrase, "I'm tired".
Started my first blog ever at 19 as a, "song of the day" type of thing. It's great to see an artist make it back into the light with clarity in their eyes. This is an example of that.
It's all I've been hearing lately. From friends and family to colleagues, and ya best belief my therapist; they all resonate the same message — don't play with peace of mind. Peace of mind is a weird thing. For me, it's weird for a lot of reasons.
You all know what I'm talking about. For whatever reason, there's that one song in your daily arsenal that, for lack of a better phrase, kicks your ass.
Sometimes you just need to write; write with no intent, no direction, no meaning. You write to write. To remind yourself you love writing. This is a post while in the midst of that feeling.
When it hits you, it hits you. That feeling; that fleeting thought of not being good enough. Of trying to view things in a different way, yet feeling the exact same. Being stuck, regressing; any motion other than progress is hard to process, hard to explain to others; simply hard.
Check out the link at the top; but I also highly advise reading the write-up below it as a pre-read read.
Aah, self reflection: what a painfully beautiful process. Ot brings up demons that you didn't know existed before. It brings up the parts of your past you've been running from. It's not a simple task, but it's a necessary one.
The sound of music will never get old. The battling between drums and vocals, the cohesion between guitar chords and the banging of a tambourine in between; these are the things that I'll never take for granted. Because of music, we've all been in love, had our hearts broken to then be pieced back together... Continue Reading →