The Grey Matters was the landing spot for the creative and contemplative works that bounce around the confines of my head, as well as the inspirations that put them there. With the re-release of Viva, we decided to merge the blogs. Click here for more behind the meaning behind TGM.
I commute nearly two hours a day – one hour each way. I’ve had quite a few friends ask me how I do it. It must be so boring. On the contrary, I actually quite enjoy it. There’s something soothing about preparing for my day, a sort of gearing up, as I drive to work. At the end of the day, I’m able to decompress, and arrive with my head clear, fully present at home. Something about the music blaring in my car acts as an audible conduit for the release of the stress associated with a high-paced job to leave my head.
I mentioned in my previous post that writing is a cathartic – sometimes even therapeutic – process for me. Just like driving, it allows me to process thoughts in a way that I’m often unable to otherwise. As I began writing my previous post on honesty, and how, despite it’s value and importance to me, it had challenged me in various ways, I was able to work through some difficult emotions and thoughts that I had been harboring for a while.