You know how life creeps up and slaps us around once in a while? Just when we think all is going along swimmingly; nothing monumental happening, nothing precariously bad or particularly good, everything just humming along status quo? Whether it’s good or bad, I am at my most comfortable at these moments. Then, like an anvil born in the wing of a roadrunner, shit flies and hits us square in the head: drama. As adults: job loss, the death of a loved one, long time confidant has to move to the opposite side of the country, bad diagnosis from the doctor. BIG issues. The un-pleasantries of life.
While we are taught from a young age to deal with trying situations optimistically and with an informed, level head (“Breathe…take a breath. See it’s not so bad, it’s just a skinned knee…”), sometimes we lose it, and for good reason. When the broken is picked up and the tears and profanities of sadness or anger are wiped away, one is left to deal with the everyday goings on. The constant “how are you doing?” and work and school make some kind of self-medication essential, spiritual or physical – or both. Along with those in tablet form, hiding under the covers of music has been the choice of mine throughout the years.
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