Anxiety

Anxiety has been, for the most part, something that I've laughed in face of in recent months. While everyone else was flying around during finals week (and the weeks preceeding), I sat back and enjoyed myself. Musicians in the real world don't get to be busy too often; so, I soaked it up. Performances/gigs about three times a week, papers to write, final(s) to study for, and, of course, people who are not in Chicago for the summer to say good-bye to. It was an amazing three or four weeks of my semester, school year, calendar year, and time in college thus far.

Then summer crashed through the windshield of my hectic joy ride. Most people are excited to have the lazy days of summer upon us; however, I'm mourning the loss of my white-knuckled grip on the steering column connected to the end of my semester. Now that I have nothing immediate to do, I don't know what to do. I get anxious sitting around thinking about not having to do anything, and I think too much about things that I shouldn't even worry about.

The one thing that has stayed the same, though: instead of getting anxious about what I have to do (or don't have to do), I distract myself with scales played in weird patterns and Jason Mraz on my iPod.