Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on music.
There is something special about music.
Something magical actually.
It can make me happy, dance, sad, lonely, or feel so loved.
It can take me back in time, it can make me miss a person, or a place, or a time in my life.
It can remind me why I walked away from something or someone.
It can make me embarrass you with how I sing.
It can make me scream my lungs out with joy and abandonment.
It can make me curl up and think.
It can make me wild in the car, or in our kitchen.
It can make me want to sing to you, lovingly.
It can remind me of simpler days/times/memories.
It can make me feel heard and seen.
I remember a time when I would wake up to and go to bed listening to music.
I remember dancing with my girls in our college bedrooms or bars.
I remember our first dance, and the ones we had with our littles.
I remember lyrics and meanings.
I write about music that makes me feel something more.
There is something truly magical about music.
