Routines, Girl Dinner, Club Music

and which drag city artist did i just get into?

routinely kettlebell-ing now, tyvm

routine

I’ve been thinking I’ve never been this regimented in my whole life. I wake up and go to bed at the same time. I more or less eat the same things, drink the same amount of water. It’s monotonous, the day in, day out feeling, but parts of me appreciate the predictability of it all. The free time allows room for all my overdue self-care. I remember when I first moved to the city in my late 20’s I used to wonder when I’d have time to decompress from all that unfolded in only a week’s time. This is that time. I’m unpacking years of weeks. From here on, everything is a decompression of the life I’ve lived.

My work-from-home schedule means I pace around with a kettlebell or small weights. I’ve begun to truly understand what consistency does. Very recently, I put yoga back into my rotation. One day at a time. It feels good to move energy out of my body. It took me a year (!) to get over my fear of starting up again, post-broken foot. If you heard how loudly all my bones creak, trust me.

staying curious, mixing it up

This morning, I went down a rabbit hole of looking up Drag City artist David Berman (Silver Jews, Purple Mountains). I started listening to Silver Jews this past summer. Reading his bio I recalled vaguely knowing about his drug addiction and untimely death. I’m magnetized to artists and creatives like this. I’m including this rabbit hole mention as a reminder to keep spending time learning/exploring about anything that interests you because satisfying your curiosity is self-care.

Although I dislike the “girl”-ification of things, yesterday I caught myself having a very girl dinner. It was a freestyled meal consisting of steamed kale in a pan, which I cracked two eggs over, sunnyside up, mixed around, tossed into a bowl, and shook hot sauce onto. Very non-fussy on all accounts and covered the bases. This aligns with my overall goal of maintaining good health.

club music is comforting

It’s wild that the music nostalgia era I’m in right now, or I guess my go-to genre overall is any and all (*casts widest net*) electronic music. Techno, club, rave, hardstyle, dnb, dubstep, acid techno, deep house, industrial, gabber, let’s get weird. Additionally, there’s endless sub-genres I like and can’t identify.

Thousands of nights were loudly soundtracked to it all. The beats wove their way bone deep into my psyche. Some of the more propulsive rhythms could drive people up the wall and make their temples pulse, but in those I found a soothing quality among the chaos. White noise. I can imagine being out somewhere, feeling held by the night, safely surrounded in darkness. Now, I sometimes put my earbuds in and turn the volume all the way up to encase myself in sound, when I need to feel the non-stop bombardment of noise from all sides.

In retrospect, I see over time how I’ve upped my intake of DJ mixes (as referenced in previous posts). It’s one of the most fun and unexpected forms of my (loosely) ‘healing process’ (aka attempting to be real grown).

To experience dance music in the light of musical therapy is enlivening.

Shygirl and Gabber Eleganza with HDMIRROR below.