Getting Better

I forget things, which is something that I have written about twice. But this isn’t about car keys, or not remembering why I walked into a room.

I had forgotten the things that make me feel better.

My job can, from time to time, not be the best, and I slipped into a puddle of stress and anxiety this morning. As I was at my desk trying to calm myself down, I tried taking some deep breaths, stretching, and in a weird shot of clarity it came to me, “Listen to Abbey Road.”

Yes! The Beatles!

I put on my headphones, started the album up, and it really was like a wave of relaxation came over me. Slowly, I started getting myself back into gear, and got on top of it all. It worked like it always has.

From about the age of 15 to now, that band has been with me when I needed them. From studying for tests, to inspiring me to create, to calming myself down before a major drama competition, to keeping me awake on a long road trip, to helping me deal with the pain of living a life, that music has been there, right on cue.

I am a Beatle fanatic, and I could talk about them forever. But the thing about them, about their music, which still holds true is that they are completely inclusive. Everyone is welcomed to their party. And the only way you can get kicked out is if you are an asshole. This place is about love and fun, and if you can’t dig it, then you should move, but I bet if you try, you can dig it.

Anyway, I forgot for a second…