Confession # 23

I need two things to get me going in the morning. Coffee and Music!

This morning I stumbled into the kitchen, poured my coffee, switched on my iPod and Lynard Skynard told me to turn it up--so I did.

A house without music is like a body without a heartbeat.

There was always music playing in my house when I was growing up, but when I was living with my Ex, music was noticeably absent. Which is strange because he was a self proclaimed audiophile. I finally figured out that all that really meant was he collected precious vinyl, but we could not play it because we might scratch it, and CDs were out of the question, because digital is still not as good as virgin vinyl…. yadayadayada…..

Anyway…

I use music to express myself. My whole mood, good or bad, can turn on a song. My whole day can be defined by whatever earworm crawls into my head while I drink my morning coffee. My life's story can be told by the library of music I keep safe on my iPod.

Music means so much to me and it does so much for me--it wakes me up. Music is not just the heartbeat of my house, but of my life. I cannot allow it to go silent again.