Hoping to come back around to find myself someday

I do love music. I like to think of myself as a soundtrack. Sad songs for sad days, acoustic rock for the softer side of things where I'm all introspective and trying to make decisions, pop on those days where I really enjoy the sunshine on my face, and rock when I'm on the presipice of really being in it. Is that weird? Ah well. I'm trickling out of the acoustic and slipping back into the rock. Hence the 3 doors down. Thank you, Geico, for the caveman commercials.

I'm definetely having one of those moments where I'm really in it. I don't know whether it's the excercise, the results of the excercise, or maybe I'm just becoming comfortable with myself again after so long, but I'm really excited. It turns out it wasn't a pulled groin (hehe), just an overall soreness, as I discovered throughout the day. And I like that! It reminds me in a sadistic sort of way that everything's worth the pain, and that I'll always be better and stronger after.

Today was a "do anything" day. I didn't make any plans, I didn't follow any schedule. I just let myself wander. I spent a good deal of the day really daydreaming like I haven't done in a long time, just thinking up possibilities of where I go from here. I also spent a lot of time really looking at the different experiences I've been involved in over the last few years. It's amazing how different things can look from an outside perspective.