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.
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.
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 →