I work in a record store. Which is to say, I work in a world revolving around music. Millions of artists, billions of albums, trillions of songs… there’s a lot out content out there. And a lot of ears listening to it.
With listening comes interpretation, and with that comes opinion. Obviously, everyone is allowed to theirs. No person is the same, and taste is subjective.
Or is it? Continue reading “With All Due Respect: Negative Opinions In Music”
Here we are – last day. And I feel great.
That may even be an overstatement. But quite frankly I’m tired of understating things. I’m tired of cautioning my words, anchoring and humbling everything I say with reserve that smacks of cynicism. Backhanding my own positivity with self-sabotaging assurance, following everything with “But…”
I also know damn well how my emotions can shift – I may not feel this good tomorrow morning. But I’m going to enjoy it, and use it to my advantage the best that I can, for as long as I can! Exclamation point! Continue reading “Last Day, First Steps (40-Day Mental Health Writing Challenge, Day 40)”
Alright, we’re doing this, hook or crook!
As tired as I am, I’m actually in a good mood. And it’s a far cry from how I’ve felt the past couple of days (especially the nights), including this morning. In short, some depression hit me hard. Like, sit in one spot slouching, not doing anything else. My spirit just begging to cry out, my heart wanting so bad to let the sadness be fully realized. But of course it never happened. Continue reading “Patience Through Whirlwinds (40-Day Mental Health Writing Challenge, Days 37, 38 & 39)”
Today saw an experiment in what I listen to at work.
Working in a record store, the option of listening to music is completely opposite from most jobs. In fact, most coworkers are surprised whenever they happen upon me not listening to music in the back (where I work mainly). For a music lover like me, it should be a dream job.
Continue reading “Tempo Moderato (40-Day Mental Health Writing Challenge, Day 36)”
I had a thought this morning about dreams.
Last night just before going to sleep I, for whatever reason, watched a bunch of horror movie clips online. To a lot of people this sounds like a surefire way to have horror-filled nightmares. But the truth is, I’ve never operated that way. Notwithstanding how I generally don’t remember any of my dreams, I have tended to remember a handful particularly scary or freaky ones. And none of them have been direct results of watching scary movies the night before. Continue reading “The Exaggerations of Nightmares (40-Day Mental Health Writing Challenge, Day 35)”
Numb. Numb, numb, numb.
I’m just rolling through life, one day at a time, and it feels so meaningless these past few months. Days and weeks and months just fly off the calendar.
The turning point will come. I know it will.
I’m just so sick of this money business. I’m obsessed with the notion that I have to be financially stable in order to feel good and accomplish anything. That I have to have my expenses covered in order to feel safe, comfortable. Anything else is like walking on eggshells. Scared to live, too depressed to make change. Continue reading “Numb In The Water (40-Day Mental Health Writing Challenge, Day 34)”
Dropped the daily writing ball again. And it was a conscious decision, again.
But I do feel less guilt over it this time. I’m not pleased that I missed yesterday’s entry, but I’m not going to beat myself over it either.
That said, I don’t even feel like writing tonight either. It’s been another long day, and I’m feeling pretty drained. Continue reading “Hide & Seek (40-Day Mental Health Writing Challenge, Days 32 & 33)”