I drive down the road enjoying a rare moment when I control the radio in spite of a car full of kids. My taste runs toward 80s, jazz, and the Avett Brothers, while my kids’ tastes veer (sadly) in other directions. Control of the radio dial involves a battle of reflexes and wills.
A catchy song comes on, an old favorite, and I join in with the singer as he laments a love that’s falling apart, a lack of common ground, two people who’ve misplaced each other in the day-to-day like a set of lost keys.
{When it comes to music, I’m a word-person: I need to turn the lyrics over in my mind and try to figure out what the songwriter wants to tell me before I can really appreciate the song. My mother, a voice major who held private recitals, was not a word-person. Are you?}
Please click on over to (in)courage today and join me for the rest of the story?
