I was going to write a post about music today, but abandoned it for the fear of sounding trite, once again.
But after BT came out, and threw some undone work in my face (figuratively. I wouldn’t abide it being literal), and he hopped in the shower, I found myself alone and able to hit play on a paused Pandora station, leading me to my happy place.
This harkened me back to all the times I wanted to share what I was listening to while I wrote a post, or a playlist of all the songs I listened to on Sunday, or sharing songs I like, or making a playlist on my blog so any visitor could listen to some upbeat music.
Why did this keep recurring to me? Why did I want so much to share something so universal as music?
When I hit play, I realized why. Music is what helps me deal.
It’s what helps me deal with all the injustices.
With when an animal is needing help beyond my help.
When I’m suffering an anorexia attack.
When I am so happy I don’t know what to do.
When I’m so desperate I am searching for answers.
When I’m so determined and focused at work.
When I don’t know what I’m gonna do.
I often wonder what am I supposed to do with my life? I don’t have many skills, so what is my lot? I listen to music. Whatever is going to happen then, I’m able to enjoy right now. Still think on it, but enjoy the now.
When I’m super sad, and alone, I can start enjoying again with my music.
(BT-dub; I only listen to my Pandora on my own, because I’m the only one who likes it… that’s why I keep writing the caveat “alone” – not for the normal meaning of lonely, but meaning that no one is going to be drive crazy by my picks :D )
But when I’m alone I can put it on and be okay.
And being okay, processing what happened is really important. I can’t tell you why it’s so important, I just know it makes my life richer.
So, I’ll deal. I’ll take all the injustices of the day and turn it into a dance session. Something I do often. I always need to remember everybody has a reason for treating me the way they do. Try and see it from their point of view, too. You never know what another is going through.
Another way I deal:
One time I was washing dishes, making up for the lack of help received from the person who’d made most of them, and I was getting upset. I am usually the one trying to calm the one getting upset about that. I rarely get upset about this.
But as I stood over the sink, my back hurting, and my hand wrist deep in water, the poisonous thoughts came.
So, I knew I needed to stop this poisonous train of thought. So, I started imagining. I imagined why the dishes hadn’t been done by that person. What made it to where they couldn’t do it? It got to be really fun. It exercised my imagination, and proved to be a rather fun dishes activity.
Sure, none of it was probably true, but it’s good to try to look from a perspective other than your own, and saves your relationship. Then I could address it calmly later, if need be, but if I stewed, then I already made it a bad mindset for myself towards the other person.
Why do you like listening to music?
Have you ever been upset washing the dishes? How did you deal with it? I think everyone has had the dishes unfairly fallen to them, at one time or another. :)