Tag: life

Tell Me I’m Not The Only One….

Hey all you people! I know, I am like the most inconsistent about posting on here, but I am going to attempt to start blogging more. Writing is like therapy for me when I can’t throw something at someone. Ok, let’s get to it. I am 48 years young. In my mind I am eternally 17, while my body reminds me each morning that it is really 87. Getting older is not for the weak of heart. You know those reels that are so funny on the old Tik Tok about music in the grocery store. Well, a couple days later, you find yourself walking through the Wal-Mart and all of a sudden, a song comes on and you are like ” Yeah, this one is a banger.” Then you realize you have become your own worst nightmare. As you sing the lyrics to the song, you get a little crazy with it and if it had not been for the buggy, your old ass would have been in the floor looking like that lady from the life alert commercial who had fallen and couldn’t get up. Yeah…welcome to getting older. Now, it is possible that this next part is just me. It is also possible that it happens to people my age and it is also possible that it is a Gen-X thing. You can decide that for yourself.
As I gracefully age (insert bullshit here), I seem to have more to say and less cares to give. I can for the most part overlook a lot of things without having something to say about it, or I still have the ability to keep it within and to myself. There are other times I am sure that the filter between my brain and my mouth has completely fallen out and is lying on a dirty parking lot somewhere. It probably fell out when the person next to me parked so close that I needed a can opener to get in the door. Then I proceeded to get in the passenger side and crawl across the entire console, bending my body in ways that made it hurt for a week afterwards. I can now understand why a lot of older people choose to stay at home and have as many items as possible delivered rather than to deal with any other human in the near vicinity. When I leave the house for an outing, I remind myself to be as polite as possible to everyone I come in contact with that day. I also tell myself to give as good as you get. Let it be known though…I will turn into Sophia off the Golden Girls and tell you how it is without blinking an eye! I am tired, today emotionally wore me out and my brain has turned to applesauce. If anyone needs me, I will be lying in bed with a heating pad on my back scrolling endlessly through reels until I can no longer focus with my glasses on.

The Sound of Good Music

Well, it’s been a bit, but life just doesn’t slow down. Finally had a little down time tonight and decided that music therapy was just what I needed. Music is an important piece of my life. I listen to music when I am having a good or bad day. I love listening to movie scores while I read a book or in this case while I write. It helps to bring ideas to my mind and let me put into words what I want to really say. It is a proven fact that listening to an upbeat song when you are in a bad mood can make a difference. For me it works both ways. Slow music doesn’t necessarily put me in a bad mood, but it will help when I need to really focus on something, or I am wanting to think something through without having outside distractions. Good music goes to my soul, it lifts me up and also has the ability to calm me down. I can hear a song that I haven’t literally heard in years, and it can take me back to a memory in an instant. When I hear a song that catches my ears, I will download it and listen to it a minimum of fifty times because I like the way it sounds or the way it makes me feel. Some people are picky about the clothes they wear, or how they choose to decorate. My music choices are eclectic in the sense that I can go from one genre to another within five songs. I hate to admit this, but I care more about how my music is arranged than the outfit that I choose to wear to work. Music has saved me on more than one occasion. It has given me the strength to get through times in my life that other humans could not even begin to touch. It has lifted me up when I needed something to look forward to. It gives me the ability to feel emotions I don’t usually feel because I get too caught up in everyday life to stop and take a mental break. I celebrate with music when something great has happened. I am that girl that will dance around the house even though I have not had decent dance moves since I was 12 years old. I am a music junkie in the car. It is an absolute must on road trips. I like to listen to what my father used to refer to as “ticket music”. Now, I know you are wondering what that is. Let me give you some insight on this. While traveling down the interstate my father would listen to songs with upbeat lyrics and as this particular song would speed up in tempo so would the speed of the car. The music had such an effect on his soul that it apparently also had an effect on his lead foot which usually ended up with the whole 20 mph over thing going on. I won’t go into details, but that man seriously was the king of B.S. when it came to getting out of tickets. But that is for a whole other post on another day. One of my only regrets when it comes to music is that I didn’t take it as seriously as I wish I would have. Thirteen years of piano and voice lessons and I still never really learned how to read music and after years of thyroid issues, I can no longer sing the way I used to. I sing, but the days of a steady voice and being in tune are long gone. So, kids if your parents are going to throw away thousands of dollars on music lessons, do yourself a favor and at least make it worth your while. Practice and practice and don’t give up. You make not realize it now, but there WILL be a time in your life when you will wish that you had really given it the dedication it deserved. Cause some days music is life. Give me all the songs that affect your life and have made a difference in the comments. Until next time. 🙂