Here’s why I love music.
It’s a weekday morning. You’re in your car heading for work but you take a detour. A Top 40 song comes on and grabs you. You turn it up, start singing, turn it up louder, start bobbing your head up and down. At the stop light people are looking at you but you don’t care. You are belting this song out now.
Your hair looks good for that 10 minutes it always looks good after you first blow dry it. Your sunglasses make you look cool. You had time to floss this morning. There’s a pot luck at work today so you didn’t have to pack a lunch. You’re whole body feels a little electric. You totally own this song. All 4 of those chairs on The Voice would turn around for you right now.
You don’t think about all the body rot on your car or that you were too lazy to iron your shirt this morning or that the detour you’re taking is to the Middle School to drop off the gym clothes your daughter forgot. You feel powerful, beautiful, almost famous. You are a bad ass. Maybe you’ll throw caution to the wind and get in the drive through line at the Dunkin Donuts, order an egg white turkey sausage flatbread sandwich. Life is so freakin’ good.
If only you could bottle this feeling. Take it out and breathe it in when you’re trying to finish that damn short story or pay your bills or swallow loneliness.
Here’s my jam.