It surprises me how ok i’m feeling with my violin today. Considering that I barely slept last night because of the noisy cracks of my mind, it is amazing to watch my fingers moving and touching the strings so naturally, easily. I’m definitely not on the mood to study, even though i do know that my academic readings are falling behind. Indeed i’m achieving maturity, otherwise i wouldn’t be here doing my best to focus on Aristotle while on the verge of a meltdown. Before sitting here to tune my baby i thought i’d fail miserably for lack of inspiration, on the other hand my finger-exercises are going just fine. If it wasn’t for my violin i know everyhting would be much worse... If Freud is my psychologist’s best inspiration, the violin is mine.