Midlife crisis π€·ββοΈππ
Suddenly, I want to make NOISE. Use my voice. Tired of going hoarse if I have to talk for ten minutes because I spend so much time in silence. In this hormone-addled brain of mine, noise=alive, right now. Not that the old me isnβt sitting in the corner rolling her eyes, but I ordered a microphone and audio interface and some other flotsam and jetsam to play with. I already feel better and itβs not even here yet. Itβs just nice to feel a need and walk toward it rather than turn my back on it. Even if itβs silly. Even if itβs nothing and I canβt quite forget it. I just feel delighted and there is precious relief in that. Christmas will be here this weekend. ππ€