This Friday night after work/school I will be driving Maycee to be with her dad, a ritual I perform diligently every other weekend with only a few sporadic changes in schedule during the year. Our meet spot is about half-way between our homes, and it takes me approximately one and half hours to make the trip one way. Through a sizeable portion of this drive there is no radio reception, so on the way down with Maycee in the back seat listening, I play music she prefers. On the way back home, if her preference involves listening to the Chipmunk’s Shipwrecked CD for instance, I may change out the disk and put in something that Mommy enjoys a little bit more-and don’t get me wrong-I don’t ALWAYS make the change. There are times I’m in the mood to rock out to high-pitched furry creatures singing-yes, there are times…
However, the last couple of trips I’ve been stuck on my One Republic album, Dreaming Out Loud, in particular, a song entitled Won’t Stop. As the music begins with the piano playing a simple melody and the drums pitter-pattering into a steady beat I feel myself slipping into MaryTylerMooremode where I’m bouncy and bright, my eyes are wide open, I’m loving life with an ear-to-ear grin, believing that I would look fabulous in a pleated suitskirt with tall boots in the middle of winter-darnit-if only I could find a cool, pleated suitskirt, and if only it wasn’t back to mid-70’s temps here on the Central Coast. Shoutin’, “You’re gonna make it after alllllllll!” There’s just something about this song that gets me, puts me into a beautiful mood: one line that repeats, “I swear it’s you, I swear it’s you, I swear it’s you that I’ve waited for…” And, the “you” will be different for everyone, but lately the “you” for me (did YOU follow that, ha?!) is ME (keep following…I’ll iron this out, I promise). This song puts the spirit of self-love in my soul. “I swear it’s you that my heart beats for, and it ain’t gonna stop. No, it just won’t stop.” Sound corny? Well, that’s just going to have to be alright. Indeed.
“Cultivate with care and affection.” This new year I set out some resolutions, each one having to do with this idea of self-care. As whole-heartedly as I love my daughter, love my mom and dad, love my sister and (newly found) brothers, love my boyfriend, love my friends, love my co-workers, love my dogs, my cat, my fish, my frogs, I must invest in holding dear to the one and only me. And, as I’m learning to do this more in my later 30’s, I’m finding that the love I embellish on all of the afore mentioned comes with enthusiasm and without burden. Effortless. Love begets love. It is my mom who told me when I was an adolescent and having difficulty with my peers that if I put out positive energy I would attract positive people. She was right. The folks that surround my circle today are no-less short of amazing–Wordpress bloggers included! But-and this is important to remember-it is much easier to put out positive energy when you cherish your own humanity. After all, if I have affection for who I am, value myself and my worth as an individual, then my aura will be glimmering with gold sparkles-and, who doesn’t want to be around gold sparkles? Come on! Are you with me?! Okay, silver sparkles (I forgot Maycee would want silver; silver is better she tells me) if you like! Rainbow! Pink! Blue! Green! Red! And, don’t forget purple! Starting with el numero uno the love will flow across, down, around, and within far more abundantly than if I hang on to what is incredibly wrong with Kasey.
So, this post is dedicated to the true meaning of love. This post is dedicated to loving you, loving me. Paul Williams writes, “Love is all around, no need to waste it. You can have the town, why don’t you take it!” Yes! And, emphatically exclaim, “It ain’t gonna stop. No, it just won’t stop.” Now, go ahead, click on the link above to One Republic’s work of art and see if you don’t just perk up a bit. Give yourself a big ol’heart-felt hug–no pleated skirt required.
Well, it’s almost 11:00. You know what that means (or else read last week’s SWM’s Tuesday Tidbits & Tips). My resolution to get more rest and be in bed by this time is staring me in the face. Life is short, so be happy, and give a chuckle. Readers: I love you, and good night!
*Glowing heart courtesy of Google Images.