Music is my lifeblood, my solace and my drive, and one of the few things that can unequivocally energize my body and mind. Throughout life I’ve had a playlist for just about everything – from the lively, bass-heavy songs I blared to get hyped up for drumline competitions, to the brooding, melancholy vibes that carried me through my first heartbreak (and several since). As for my workout playlist, it wasn’t until I finally hung up my cymbals and kicked off my white Dinkles for the last time that I actually created one.
The alarm clock is shrill, persistent, and uncompromising - waging war against the vivid dream that’s fighting to keep its hold on my consciousness. The dream slowly accepts its defeat, but steals away with both my mental clarity and my will to get out of bed. Until I see the time.
Do you ever wonder what the actual source of inspiration is, and why it holds such power when it finds us? I certainly didn’t have the time, the money, or the know-how to make an Alien Facehugger mask, yet all it took was seeing a random Facebook ad for a shirt offering free hugs and portraying the Facehugger - and inspiration took hold. I decided that I was going to become Kane, the first victim of the creepy, arthropodic parasite, for Halloween.
Fall has always been the season that I love most. Day after summer-day I endure the oppressive heat and suffocating humidity, until finally it comes in early October: I wake up and realize that there’s a lightness to the air, and an inexplicable ease of breath. As the day goes on I notice that the pregnant, mountainous clouds that normally usher in the afternoon’s storms have evanesced, and the sky rests - an undisturbed lagoon of cerulean.
When most people think of Florida they think of white-sand beaches, palm trees, and the spray of salt water. When you grow up in Florida, however, you come to know the natural beauty that lies far away from the pristine beaches and bustling cities. You discover the rivers, and the springs that feed them. You discover the caves.
There’s something inexplicably exhilarating yet terrifying about the prospect of knowing the future, and there’s an infinite weight of responsibility that comes with being able to influence the past. In a word - I’m nervous.