Routine is therapeutic. Going to school gives some sort of order to my life that is almost completely free. I am free, in one of the most absolute senses right now. I have very few (almost none really) responsibilities and I am not bonded by anything in the world by contract except my conscience in God.
My daily routine of sketching, drafting, packing and practicing, is therapeutic. Things like that. In college, I particularly loved swinging idle legs on secluded benches with endearing Shoe whining by my side. We skipped as many classes as we could, sat everywhere we could, did everything we wanted to and gave each other strength as much as we could.
She was the only friend in the audience at empty rooms listening to me rehearse my PESA competition speech over and over again and I was the only friend in the audience snapping shots of her on her bass and smiling away, being very proud of her when she performed for the first time last Saturday.
Shoe teaches me how to get by strong, how to always manage, somehow.
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