Sometimes when I drive, I like to pretend I’m a rapper, put on nothing but beats and just flow. Sometimes my rhymes are dumb as fuck, sometimes I’m really basic with my bars–but when I really let go & let my mind spill, I surprise even myself with how I end up stitching words together in a seamless, switched up flow.
Other times I’m humming melodies that come from the depths of who knows where. A lot of times I put on instrumentals to get in the zone of my work flow. But most of the time, I just chill, let my head sway & listen in silence & appreciation. It’s my favorite type of meditation. For me, it poses the question, yes there’s music & you may hear it, but are you really listening?