Self therapy

Sometimes, you just have to play. Not with a cd, not exercises form a book, but just whatever comes out of your hands and feet. And that’s what I just did. Usually I overthink this, even though drumming is usually best when not thinking, but today, I’m in a different place and can just play. It may not be good, but it felt good, and that’s the important part. The flow of limbs, working together, feeling. Not sure what, but something.

And now, after an hour of playing, I am actually feeling better. Not perfect, but better. My chest doesn’t feel so deflated, and I can feel the energy in my heart chakra again, instead of the emptiness I’ve been feeling. I am healing, and will be better soon I’m sure.
Thank god for drums.

Oh yeah, and I think I’ve finally gotten my drumset in a comfortable position.  Guitarists have it so easy, but drums, you move one thing and then you have to move something else.  Now instead of being angled towards my hi-hats I’m facing pretty square forward and have moved my crash towards the center too.  The goal is to be able to play with your eyes closed and not hit things you don’t mean to.  I was able to do that pretty well today, so that’s another positive.  Hooray!

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