No one warns you that becoming a morning gym person also turns you into someone who finds peace in… relentless kick drums.
Lately, I’ve been deep in it. Hard techno, industrial beats, stuff that sounds like it could summon a demon or help me finish a spreadsheet faster.

And weirdly, it’s been calming.
Something about the repetition. The structure. The feeling of being carried. Not by lyrics or mood, but pure, driving energy.
It clears the noise in my head by matching it… then overpowering it.

Is it aggressive? Yes.
Is it cathartic? Also yes.
Is it the musical equivalent of a weighted blanket made of steel? Weirdly… yes again.

Anyway, if you see me in headphones looking laser-focused, I’m not meditating. I’m probably just listening to a track called “DIRTY RAVE“ and answering emails like a monk.