I was cranky this morning. On edge. Hell…over the edge. We overslept, the kids didn’t want what little food we had left, Bella had forgotten to do part of her homework and couldn’t remember if she had PE. Bella was whining for a hot lunch, Julie was crying because she wanted to bring her lunch. I didn’t have time to deal with anyone’s lunch. I still couldn’t find my damn missing cell phone. Everyone was testy and uptight and the only thing to do was to breathe deep and push through the morning.
Even after I dropped them off I could feel my tension; that shallow breath, tight muscle, storm cloud hovering anxiety that can so easily take over the day.
And then as I was driving home I heard the opening bars of the song. And a little smile crossed my face. I felt the beating of my heart change. I took a breath, turned up the volume….
Okay, so it’s overplayed and slightly cheesy. Yes, it’s a mindless, formulaic top 40’s dance tune with no deep meaning. So what. There’s something about this song that makes me feel good. Something about this song at that moment changed my mood in an instant, changed the entire tone of the day I was facing. That’s the power of music.
Now if you’ll forgive me, I’m going to stop typing and have a little one woman dance party…and I’ve got a feeling I’m going to have a really damn good day.
