Anne Russell: I never had to choose my subject- my subject rather chose me

Fears-Not doing anything meaningful with my life, letting people down, being alone, failure
Annoyances- people who assert their opinions over yours, people who act differently depending on their surroundings, people ragging on others unnecessarily
Accomplishments- never broken a 4.0, never broken a bone,
Confusions- physics
Sorrows- our generation and the worldliness that is so sadly the norm
Dreams- redesign the school system, especially testing (not joking at all), travel
Idiosyncrasies- I fidget a lot when I get particularly restless or anxious
Risks- living my life for Christ and separating myself by my actions
Beloved possessions- my guitar (now) My iPod (then)
Problems- being negative, stressing too much, procrastinating

 

 Music is love. Music is life. It is a pastime, a hobby if you will. Music is a sanctuary, a refuge. It's where I can withdraw from my surroundings and simply enjoy solitude. In music I find a peace that only God gives, and in turn a unique way to praise Him for it. Music fills my ears with lovely sounds and my soul with meaning and purpose. Music allows me to be who I truly am and to create and to recreate and to innovate. It can be its own language without any words. It in itself is the language of song, in which I am fluent and it gives me joy to speak it. Whether it be through voice, piano, ukulele, guitar, music is my promised land that I flee to when I feel the call.

When I hold a guitar, the fingers of my left hand pressing down the magical combinations of strings, the fingers of my right hand ever so delicately gliding down the strings to produce the glorious sounds, it is like I am invincible. I am in my element and only I can make myself return to the real world. When I am sitting at a piano, my fingers dance along the wide expanse of keys until I forget what I am doing and let them take the lead. I no longer need the music once the sounds have been engrained into my mind. When it's just the right time of day, my voice has reached its peak, the melodies escape like a songbird that is desperate to flee from its cage, fluttering all about from the tallest trees to the lowest valleys, flowing like the rivers below, reaching new heights and creating new paths never to have been traveled.

Music is freedom. Music is the one thing that comes more naturally to me than sleep, than talking, than breathing. Without music, I would scarcely know how to live.