Sometimes, in the New York Subways, I would find myself tuning into someone else's music floating quietly from their earphones.  No matter how distasteful the music, I found it irresistable simply because there was a sort of rythm to it.  In the chaos of a New York subway, one can't help but be drawn to the solace of rythm.  

Daily life can take on a relaxing rythm.  Regardless of the personal time, sleep, food, or physical relaxation I recieve throughout the day, a predictable day is a relaxing day for me.  So I am learning that, when I get overwhelmed, I do not need to get away.  Instead I need to pattern my life into a steady rythm, whether that be quick or slow.  

Theme of my life: Chill