Music Therapy

Today should be a bad day. My English teacher gave me an insane quiz, there weren't any hours available for me at the Hispanic Cultural Center(so I'm still an unemployed American), someone made me feel awkward, I don't have my phone, but I'm alright.

While I was finishing up my sports broadcasting paper, I started feeling the way I did when I was on that allergy medicine. There was even a little bit of hate in my heart. I was bitter. Then I went to the broadcasting studio, that was empty. Recording starts next week. So, I killed an hour and a half playing my harmonica in the practice rooms. I learned some new stuff. It didn't even feel that long. I thought maybe half an hour had passed. Once I left the room I felt okay again. Like nothing is happening and nothing is going on. Why stress over something I have no control over.

I fixed myself up this morning and had my eyes to the sky. Today crumbled on me and I'm playing in the rubble. Life isn't perfect. It's more fun that way. I'm not a robot.