The walls we build may serve their purpose, but eventually they must come down.
June 10th, 2014
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June 9th, 2014
Connection is a bizarre thing.
The smallest thing can be an indicator that you’re truly connected. A pair of sunglasses, the color of their shirt the last time you saw them, the words the questions they ask.
But sometimes you’re just both wearing red shoes.
June 8th, 2014
Ice cream with Sam.
A good day.
June 7th, 2014
Anxiety, again.
June 6th, 2014
Hello, Raccoon.
Hello, Jesse.
June 5th, 2014
This is why I run.
June 4th, 2014
This was one of the worst nights I’ve had in a long time, but I survived it. Not without help, though.
Please don’t ever think you have to tackle everything on your own. When you need assistance, reach for it.
June 3rd, 2014
I have never identified anxiety as my main issue (especially having known a few people who suffer from it on a scale that I don’t even register upon), but I’ve been struggling a lot with it lately.
Luckily, I have some outlets. If I can’t fix the cause, I will happily keep working on the symptoms.
June 2nd, 2014
Most of the people who have seen me perform know me for having a big, powerful voice but often when I sing for myself I take a different approach.
I think this started because I felt self-conscious in my last living arrangement, but it’s becoming another way for me to connect to music. Sometimes a song needs to be shouted, but sometimes it’s nice to just let it float.
June 1st, 2014
Before I had a job in Chicago, I would often walk the streets until two or three in the morning, listening to music or podcasts and thinking about what was coming next. My greatest memories of that city all involve moments of clarity spent under street lights with no one but a few nervous late night commuters to encroach on my solitude.