My husband and I have this running joke that he always knows when I’ve had too much to drink as soon as I’ve uttered this sentence. And it’s true; I often do say that when I’ve partaken of extra cheer. But I am here to tell you that truer words have never been spoken.
Music IS powerful. It can change your mood from angry to happy to melancholy in two verses flat. In can inspire you. It can break your heart.
It can transport you to another time and place in just a few notes or chords. If you close your eyes, you can be sitting in your grandmother’s kitchen, listening to her soothing voice hum a sweet tune, even as she’s kicking your butt in Scrabble. Or you can go back to the eighth grade dance, your heart pounding, and your hands sweaty as you awkwardly sway on the floor with the boy you’ve been crushing on. Play a different song and you may feel the sun on your head and the wind whipping your hair in your face as you drive to the shore on the first warm spring day, in that old blue Jeep. Or maybe, just maybe, you can take a spin around your kitchen, a long time ago, with your infant son in one hand and the spoon/microphone in the other, where you can practically hear his giggles, and smell his Cheerio breath.
Music is a part of all of us; whether it’s classical, country, rap, rock n’ roll, or any other style or combination of styles. It is ever-changing, yet familiar and comfortable all the same.
Music can be embraced, or it can be feared. I have an entire playlist I never allow myself to listen to if I am sad. I have another one for those non-motivated days, designed to instantly get my ass in gear. And before the first song is over, I am already dancing. It does the trick every single time.
Music can make you feel sexy, or it can make you feel small. It can help you figure out a difficult decision or give you a brilliant idea. It can hurt, and it can heal.
So dance around the house in your underwear, sing like your life depends on it in the shower, and boogie down while you’re cleaning the dishes. But never underestimate the power of music. And whatever you do… don’t tune it out.
Music IS powerful. It can change your mood from angry to happy to melancholy in two verses flat. In can inspire you. It can break your heart.
It can transport you to another time and place in just a few notes or chords. If you close your eyes, you can be sitting in your grandmother’s kitchen, listening to her soothing voice hum a sweet tune, even as she’s kicking your butt in Scrabble. Or you can go back to the eighth grade dance, your heart pounding, and your hands sweaty as you awkwardly sway on the floor with the boy you’ve been crushing on. Play a different song and you may feel the sun on your head and the wind whipping your hair in your face as you drive to the shore on the first warm spring day, in that old blue Jeep. Or maybe, just maybe, you can take a spin around your kitchen, a long time ago, with your infant son in one hand and the spoon/microphone in the other, where you can practically hear his giggles, and smell his Cheerio breath.
Music is a part of all of us; whether it’s classical, country, rap, rock n’ roll, or any other style or combination of styles. It is ever-changing, yet familiar and comfortable all the same.
Music can be embraced, or it can be feared. I have an entire playlist I never allow myself to listen to if I am sad. I have another one for those non-motivated days, designed to instantly get my ass in gear. And before the first song is over, I am already dancing. It does the trick every single time.
Music can make you feel sexy, or it can make you feel small. It can help you figure out a difficult decision or give you a brilliant idea. It can hurt, and it can heal.
So dance around the house in your underwear, sing like your life depends on it in the shower, and boogie down while you’re cleaning the dishes. But never underestimate the power of music. And whatever you do… don’t tune it out.
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