And none of it means a thing.
....we assign so much meaning in our silly human minds....meaning to actions of others, to words of others, to our own actions, to our own feelings. But again and again I try to remember: None of it matters. And none of it means a thing.
In other news, I'm doing February Album Writing Month, and it's very much the best thing that has happened to me since graduating last May. I play every day, for hours. And I haven't felt this happy in a loooooong time. Blame the music or blame the exercise-induced endorphin rushes. You pick.
Sometimes I write them, sometimes I share them.