There hasn’t been a time in my life where music wasn’t a huge part of who I am. I grew up on a wide variety of music, but I definitely have my favorites from each genre, as I’m sure we all do.
My taste in music changes with my moods, but I assume that’s pretty normal. I love country about 85% of the time, honestly, but I definitely change it up pretty often. When I’m in a hyped, happy mood, I love to listen to “today’s hits,” or rap/r&b. If I’m angry or sad, it’s usually rock. Music is just a huge part of who I am, and how I get through the day.
For as long as I can remember, writing has always been an outlet for me. It was a way to express how I was feeling or what I was going through without having to open up to someone else all of the time. It was healthy, and it was relieving. Whether the weight of the world was on my shoulders, or I was carefree and happy, I was always writing it down.
In middle school, I was obsessed with poetry and lyrics. My best friend and I put together a binder of our work as a keepsake, and I still have it to this day. It was something we enjoyed doing, and it was a creative way to express ourselves at different moments in our lives.