Have I talked about music? Maybe, or perhaps it was another blog! I love music. It energises me.
After a long, hard day at work, there's nothing I love more than to crank up the stereo in the car with my favorite tunes and rock it out until I get home. Quite often that release is the difference between happy mum and cranky mum walking in the door at the end of the day. Music is my turn around. It can raise me to the highest of highs. It releases pent up emotion, names the feelings, puts them out there and dissolves them away into the air.
Like movies and books, I can get lost in music. I love a diverse range of music. There isn't much that I can't or won't listen to. My moods influence the music I play. It might be some lovely soft classical music, head thumping hard rock or giggly, funny folksy music. Perhaps the order of the day is dance music, house music, pop music or something a little more subdued.
Whatever the choice, I always know when it's just right. The music takes over, my energy rises and a feeling of total and utter contentment kicks in. Music is my healing hands. It is me.
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