Play that song, the one without lyrics, that flows in a loop without ever making it obvious. The song that you forget. The song that once you hear it again gives an aha moment of music love. I like to think that everyone has that song. I have several, I've forgotten the artist and the title enough times, but always manage to find it at random playing it over and over agian at rediscovery.
On days when I'm at home by myself. I lock the dogs outside. Open the blinds on only the back side of the house. And blast insanely loud music. Music I dance to, that I sit and bob my head to the beat, that I lie down and move my arms like an orchesta conductor to. Thousands of different songs, songs that sound the same, anything.
For the love of music get lost in it. A time in my life long ago, I didnt listen to music to appreciate it, I listened to what everyone else liked and admittedly I lost why music was so great. BUT yay varily did I seek the greatness yet again, and it has accepted me, arms wide spread and a grip that is comforting and strong. And that's what music is for me, my comfort, my peace or chaos depending. To shout with, or whisper sad lyrics in sync to. When people walk away as the sometimes do, I still have music, even if its only in my head.
Organization! I lack and I am equipped. My messes can be organized though they do not always have such an appearence. I know where my shit is thank you. Then again, it gets to a point where OCD which I'm not sure if I have or dont, but it kicks in and things must be neat and tidy, in their proper places. I have to sort through my clothes, find at least 3 things I can get rid of. Attack the stack of papers that has accumulated in my room and terminate the trash bits of it. Maybe theres other little trash particles hiding out in the corners, not of my room but my life. Things that I need to be rid of but have stopped noticing becuase they lurk under my bed, covertly blending in with the lint and dust balls.
I had writted a lot more...but this lovely website logged me out earlier today. So everything I had "saved" is now gone. I'm not sleep-moding my computer half way into this again! Unless I save this damn thing first!!!
On days when I'm at home by myself. I lock the dogs outside. Open the blinds on only the back side of the house. And blast insanely loud music. Music I dance to, that I sit and bob my head to the beat, that I lie down and move my arms like an orchesta conductor to. Thousands of different songs, songs that sound the same, anything.
For the love of music get lost in it. A time in my life long ago, I didnt listen to music to appreciate it, I listened to what everyone else liked and admittedly I lost why music was so great. BUT yay varily did I seek the greatness yet again, and it has accepted me, arms wide spread and a grip that is comforting and strong. And that's what music is for me, my comfort, my peace or chaos depending. To shout with, or whisper sad lyrics in sync to. When people walk away as the sometimes do, I still have music, even if its only in my head.
Organization! I lack and I am equipped. My messes can be organized though they do not always have such an appearence. I know where my shit is thank you. Then again, it gets to a point where OCD which I'm not sure if I have or dont, but it kicks in and things must be neat and tidy, in their proper places. I have to sort through my clothes, find at least 3 things I can get rid of. Attack the stack of papers that has accumulated in my room and terminate the trash bits of it. Maybe theres other little trash particles hiding out in the corners, not of my room but my life. Things that I need to be rid of but have stopped noticing becuase they lurk under my bed, covertly blending in with the lint and dust balls.
I had writted a lot more...but this lovely website logged me out earlier today. So everything I had "saved" is now gone. I'm not sleep-moding my computer half way into this again! Unless I save this damn thing first!!!
