Who gives a fuck about an oxford comma...
I think I kind of missed blogging daily...
I've missed a lot of things, and I think I've done a good job so far reintroducing them into my life. I won't go into too much detail, because I think that's really between me and...well...me haha but the important thing is that I'm doing it, and I'm enjoying what I'm doing.
I was talking to someone yesterday about how writing is like therapy that doesn't cost too much, and I started thinking about how things like dancing, making music, singing, drawing, painting, sculpting and all those artsy things are like therapy too. It didn't hit me until this morning that it isn't the actual art that's the therapy, it's the actual act of expressing yourself through whatever medium you decide that's the release. Day in and day out, we have people and just society in general telling us what to do: write an essay about this topic, or don't wear that to school, or only walk here and if you walk there you'll get a ticket. We're so contained by rules meant to assess and protect us that we lose that bit of ourselves that makes us who we are.
I'm not suggesting we break all the rules and do whatever the heck we want, because that's not really a way to live either. Some rules aren't really meant to be broken, because you don't end up hurting yourself, but innocent people in the process, and ruining someone's life in the search for your next high accomplishes nothing. I don't think the guy that hit Sasha that night was concerned about anything other than showing the world he could drive drunk, and look what happened there. But I'm not suggesting that we follow each and every societal convention either. Why can't I sing while walking to and from class? Who says I shouldn't be able to? Why do my socks or shoes HAVE to match? Where is it written that I'm going to hell if I dance a little in my seat to keep class interesting?
Maybe I'm just a product of the Aristotle I've been reading, but I'm in favor of the idea that moderation is key. Too much rule-breaking and you lose order and control necessary to make decisions; too little rule-breaking and you become Mrs. Matthews, my kindergarten teacher who wanted to keep it a secret that I knew how to read at that age. Maybe I'm just a product of my own experiences, and know that my own happiness doesn't lie in either pool, but somewhere in between.
Either way, I'm just going to keep doing what I feel like I need to do, keep looking for where I'm supposed to go, and keep doing things that make my life less mundane. I feel like I'm off the charts now, but I've learned that sometimes you don't need a map to get around. Sometimes you end up exactly where you need to be anyway.
PS.
I'm really enjoying my new music selections, so thanks to Hank and Bowen for the suggestions :)
I've missed a lot of things, and I think I've done a good job so far reintroducing them into my life. I won't go into too much detail, because I think that's really between me and...well...me haha but the important thing is that I'm doing it, and I'm enjoying what I'm doing.
I was talking to someone yesterday about how writing is like therapy that doesn't cost too much, and I started thinking about how things like dancing, making music, singing, drawing, painting, sculpting and all those artsy things are like therapy too. It didn't hit me until this morning that it isn't the actual art that's the therapy, it's the actual act of expressing yourself through whatever medium you decide that's the release. Day in and day out, we have people and just society in general telling us what to do: write an essay about this topic, or don't wear that to school, or only walk here and if you walk there you'll get a ticket. We're so contained by rules meant to assess and protect us that we lose that bit of ourselves that makes us who we are.
I'm not suggesting we break all the rules and do whatever the heck we want, because that's not really a way to live either. Some rules aren't really meant to be broken, because you don't end up hurting yourself, but innocent people in the process, and ruining someone's life in the search for your next high accomplishes nothing. I don't think the guy that hit Sasha that night was concerned about anything other than showing the world he could drive drunk, and look what happened there. But I'm not suggesting that we follow each and every societal convention either. Why can't I sing while walking to and from class? Who says I shouldn't be able to? Why do my socks or shoes HAVE to match? Where is it written that I'm going to hell if I dance a little in my seat to keep class interesting?
Maybe I'm just a product of the Aristotle I've been reading, but I'm in favor of the idea that moderation is key. Too much rule-breaking and you lose order and control necessary to make decisions; too little rule-breaking and you become Mrs. Matthews, my kindergarten teacher who wanted to keep it a secret that I knew how to read at that age. Maybe I'm just a product of my own experiences, and know that my own happiness doesn't lie in either pool, but somewhere in between.
Either way, I'm just going to keep doing what I feel like I need to do, keep looking for where I'm supposed to go, and keep doing things that make my life less mundane. I feel like I'm off the charts now, but I've learned that sometimes you don't need a map to get around. Sometimes you end up exactly where you need to be anyway.
PS.
I'm really enjoying my new music selections, so thanks to Hank and Bowen for the suggestions :)