I keep another blog on which I try to reflect on anything that’s bringing me down and try to extract lessons out of it. It’s my attempt at trying to increase my optimism, although my negativity sometimes surpasses it. I was wondering whether it was a blog even worth sharing, but I decided that I wanted to continue writing in it with the incentive of a potential audience and the desire for readers to gain some insight or find someone to relate to.
This morning I discovered the comment above on this post. The comment was encouraging in my pursuit to continue writing, and I was glad to have connected with at least one blogger on a personal issue.
I often find myself bogged down by “noise,” which translates into unnecessary thoughts constantly running through my head that further contribute to distress. I enjoyed a little distraction from my thoughts today while waiting at the Red Line Park St stop. A man had set up shop with his guitar in hand, a tambourine strapped to his foot, and a microphone to amplify his singing. I smiled at appreciating the entertainment he was providing.
Later that evening, I took the time to stop by the Catholic Center on campus for Mass and adoration, which usually isn’t part of my Monday routine. The chapel provided a sense of peace that any practicing religious person experiences when stepping into a place of prayer. As the students sang, I took the time to sit in the quiet, letting my mind be empty.
In the moments that I’m weighed down most by “noise”, I want to physically escape from my surroundings for a while. My experiences today reminded me that I can find a small, substantial escape by merely stopping and taking a moment to enjoy the environment and clear my head.
This morning I pushed myself in rapidly getting ready for Mass in the twenty minutes I had between deciding to go at the particular time and when I had to leave. I chose to get to an early Mass at the chapel in Boston’s Prudential Center in order to have time for other errands during the day. Starting the day off with Mass as opposed to going in the evening like I initially planned ordered my day right in that I placed myself in the mindset I needed to overcome the pain I was still healing from, and to treat myself to a DD pumpkin muffin right after the service. It also placed me in the right mood I needed to be in for mending a broken relationship later in the day. There was much spiritual, mental, and nutetional fulfillment from the simple decision of getting out of bed earlier.
I stepped into CVS earlier today with my head weighed down by the stress and pain of the past week. As I was browsing for cards for an upcoming occasion, my ears perked up when Sara Bareilles’ “Brave” came over the store’s speakers. Even before I registered what the song was, my feet naturally started to move to the beat ,and before I knew it I was dancing in the card aisle. The upbeat tempo briefly made me as carefree as the dancers in the music video, undisturbed by the reactions of passers-by and just plainly enjoying themselves.
Hearing the song and doing a little dance to it meant a lot to me. First of all, I find dancing to be a big stress reliever, and I usually don’t hold back from breaking out into a small jig when I hear music on the street or in a store. It’s probably one of the few things I do out of spontaneity, and I loved the fact that today it happened in the right moment. Further, “Brave” had been my go-to song for encouragement over the summer when I was going through a tough transition and trying to find some confidence in myself. The song brought back the sense of empowerment I felt when I’d listen to it on my walk to the bus station for volunteering or work in the summer. It also gave me hope that just as listening to the song eventually faded out of my morning routine because I no longer needed it to build me up, so will my current situation eventually improve.
One of the best remedies to break-up blues is visiting a bubby friend for good conversation and home made apple crisp.
I like learning about my friends’ passions and about what drives them. Today I went to support one of my friends’ interests by watching her fence during a demonstration on the plaza in front of the campus chapel. Since I’ve heard so much about her experiences in the sport, I was glad to come out and witness her in her fencing element.
I spend the majority of my Wednesdays and Thursdays creating materials for my client in the prep room of the Academic Speech and Hearing Clinic. Aside from the banter that I share with my fellow graduate student clinicians, I very much enjoy the beautiful view I have of Bay State Rd, Boston, Cambridge, and the Charles River. I’ve started a collection of photos of the view, particularly when the sun hits the buildings with just the right hue at the start of sunset. This is always a nice end to the marathon of clinical work when I walk into the prep room after my session.