Music for Therapy? Yay! (Video notes)

I feel most alive when I’m being creative and exploring my curiosities.

I could see the same radiate from Cris when she danced. You could see her soul and lust for life. Even singing and dancing in the passenger seat of my dirty car, her bright spirit would outshine the brightest day.

In my youth, I found my truest self in solitude, spray-painting under bridges. I’d spend hours and hours on the weekend trying to recreate the sketches from the week. I’d even pack a lunch.

That pure connection within myself has been distant for some time, fading just before the world changed with COVID. All creative endeavours give me that indescribable feeling like you’re bathed in magical stardust watching the Northern Lights. That feeling was undeniable. The last 4-5 years, that feeling has been fleeting with moments of that inner spark here and there, but nothing like the days when my only duty was to myself.

Over the last 6-8 months, the Allspark (Transformers reference?) has been nonexistent and with it, my truest self seemed to vanish. Now, with alcohol no longer in my life, I am determined to reclaim that lost energy, to rediscover who I am by immersing myself in creative wonders and re-exploring with the child-like curiosity I once had.
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