Realism

I spend a solid chunk of each day messing around on Logic and Final Cut Pro, building short songs around bits of music people send me. 

It’s far from the virtuosity of Jacob Collier’s IHarmU series (which is, I’m sure unintentionally, a very metal name), but I’m staying out of trouble.

How it’s helping me:

Social Media No Longer Convinces Me I Stink

I post one of these mini-tunes each week and interact with social media for however long it takes to upload. The dopamine reset’s long overdue. 

Curtailing Doom Scrolling

Less time on social media means less time on my phone generally, which means less time being inundated by wanton click bait, our president’s incompetence, and that pesky feeling I’m the butt of some cruel joke courtesy of a capricious, long-ignored god.

An Approaching Middle Aged Dog Can Learn New Tricks 

“Just remember,” a friend told me, “you’ll never be as good at this as a young person.” Not the most welcome dose of realism, and while accurate, I’m glad I tend not to listen to doses of realism, welcome or otherwise.