Since moving to Marion, music has become less about taste and more about survival.
Coldplay and Andy Grammer have quietly become my default — not because life feels celebratory, but because their music creates space when life is unresolved. Songs like ‘All My Love’ and ‘We Pray’ don’t demand answers. They allow presence. They hold grief, hope, and endurance in the same breath.
Andy Grammer does something similar for me. His music doesn’t deny hardship, but it insists that worth, kindness, and forward motion still exist even when circumstances don’t cooperate. On days when work is uncertain, relationships are ambiguous, and the future feels thin, that matters.
I don’t listen to these songs to escape reality.
I listen because they help me stay inside it — without hardening.
There was a time before constant sharing, before everything needed to be explained or framed. Music still lives in that older space. It accompanies rather than announces. It steadies without asking to be understood.
Tonight, that is enough.
P.S. I love you 🐝

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