As I've been resting my fractured sesamoid the past few days, I've been partaking of my latest obsession while listening to Spotify. I've been listening to my song list "Random Old Songs" for the past couple days. It's a list of songs that I don't have access to on my iPod.
I don't remember what I was thinking when I created the list. As songs cycle through, I find myself surprised that I added them. There is at least one that I used to have a negative emotional attachment to but as I listened to it today, I realized that the attachment to the time and place was gone. I could listen to it and not feel the formerly accompanying negative emotions. Yahoo!!!!
These songs are there simply because I like them.
That got me to pondering about the rest of the songs. There are many songs that are really all over the genres. All but a couple were chosen for no reason other than I had happy memories. The old ones, really old ones, send me back to when I was a little girl playing with my Barbies and My Friend Mandy (dang, mine is an original!) in my bedroom while listening to my transistor radio. The list progresses through my teens and even into my twenties.
What do they represent to me? Hope. Hope for the future. Me believing. I can listen to these songs and be transported back to when I had my whole life ahead of me and I believed that things would change and there would come a time where I'd be (but more importantly feel) loved, cherished, and wanted.
Music is powerful and so interconnected to our memories. I've said that before and this experience has only proven to me how powerful it is.
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