I’m glad it’s a new month. May was stressful. And strange. It’s a new month now, yet I can’t shake some of the residual anxiety I have over nothing I can pinpoint in particular. Just a general feeling, like something a bit ominous. A cloud, not necessarily over me or the family specifically, but just…the future and things out there in the world. How is that for vague?
These days I am finding supreme comfort in music. I put headphones on, shut everything out and listen. It almost feels like I’m back in high school when music was absolutely everything. You remember the days when you were younger when certain songs and bands got you through tough times, don’t you? It’s like this. Maybe it’s escapism, maybe the lyrics are comforting, or someone’s voice or maybe a band that you’ve liked forever feels like an old friend. Yes, that’s how I like to think of it – they’re like old friends. These little deities on my shelf are like old friends too. Probably the only real relics that I’ve kept from an old life, a different life. They’ve traveled with me forever through different states, different homes, different decades, different relationships. There is comfort in these objects too. I’ll take it however way I can.