I don’t know about some of you guys, but music figures largely into everything that I do. I love to dance, I love to sing badly (to my dog or in the car, and sometimes to my dog in the car), and I love love love to go to live shows. My husband and I drove 3300 miles from Seattle to Red Rocks to see Peter Gabriel this summer, for example.
Yesterday, I went out for a run and purposely chose not to take my iPod so that I could clear my head and think a bit. What came to me as I was running slowly up a hill was that the times in which I feel crummy about aspects of my life are the times during which I am living to someone else’s soundtrack. I’m dancing to the wrong music. Do you ever get that feeling? It’s like someone changed the station on you.Continue Reading