My Walkman
My prized possession in my youth was the yellow plastic box that I would plug into so I could escape into my head and let the music help me work through my inner hormonal and emotional landscape.
I'm not not in my youthful years and I seem to have moved on from the losing myself in music to instead losing myself in the day to day of raising a family and managing a business.
But as we are hitting the deep of this worldwide pandemic, my dismissal of the emotional toll the stresses are taking on my soul need
