Just chill.How many times have you had that said to you? It seems like I just give off this attitude of being very non-chilled. If I had a dollar every time someone said that to me, I would be a multi-billionaire by now. I think I am uptight - I get anxious if I sit around too long doing nothing. I'm compulsive, I know that. And if I don't be careful, life can just become a blend. It already has. Hours merging together, days becoming so similar that there seems no point in getting up in the morning...where is the beauty in that?
Playing my violin - a brief respite from the monotony that my life seems to have become. I love music. I love feeling the strings hum underneath my fingertips. I love making my bow stroke the inked notes into music - beautiful music. I love letting the notes fill my mind, swelling within my soul, allowing it to drown out the hurt, the pain, the anger, until the music is all I have. I love music.
Running - a chance to relieve the stress of life and to be free. I love running. I love feeling the track pound beneath my feet. I love how the wind breaks over my face. I even love the pattern of my sweat on my forehead. I love the beat of my ponytail against the back of my neck. I love the strain of my lungs, the Skillet music throbbing in my ear, the aching of my legs. I love wishing that I could stop but knowing that I won't be able to until I am so exhausted there is no will left in me to even breathe.
Violin, photography and running give me thrills - taking time each day to do these things makes my heart so much lighter. Speaking of running, I cut my mile time down to eight minutes - after a month of not running (due to my low hemoglobin), I am very happy with eight minutes, though I am hoping to get it down to six eventually.
Relax, my friends - and take a little time to"just chill".
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