I couldn't get into my grove this morning or the last few days for that matter. It's not that I'm over whelmed with problems. I'm breaking my comfort zone and it puts me on edge. I makes me very uncertain. It's completely necessary and I fell so alive but I can't do it all the time yet. When the chaos becomes to much to take I digress into the comfort of music.
Listening to: Dashboard Confessional Pandora Radio
Music is the closest thing man has come to nature. It's a cheap substitute for the the 10,000 ft hike with a breathtaking view. It doesn't even compare to days with mile high thunderheads that let me know how small I am. Nothing has ever been able to replace that feeling. Music is my heroin. It's doesn't fix the anxiety, it staves it off long enough for me to face it head on. When things get heavy, like right now, I run to it for comfort.
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