Sometimes, you have to excuse yourself from life and step out to have a little fun. Tonight I will be traveling back in time to the 80’s, a time when life was good and my mind was still carefree. I have such good memories of those days and I hope Loverboy and Rick Springfield will take me back in style.
I can’t really remember the last time I didn’t have kids. It feels like I’ve been a mom most of my life even though that is far from the truth. Somewhere along with giving birth, I gave up who I used to be. I played into the lie that I had to act a certain way and live a certain lifestyle because there were little people watching. I was so focused on them that I lost being myself. Slowly, I am starting to remember. Tonight I am going to see Def Leppard for the first time. As I listen to their music today, I am sixteen again, sitting around a bonfire with all my friends. I am happy and smiling and free from the responsibility that weighs me down as the years of my life go flying by. I am that carefree teen again, on top of the world, living in eack moment as it spontaneously arrives. Music was and still is such a big part of my life. It helps me identify with my my own feelings and speaks to my heart in a way that nothing else can. Music holds the key to so many memories and the more I listen, the more they come rushing back. I forgot some of them, at least for awhile. I thought I had to give up that part of myself to be the person I am today. That is so untrue. So today, and again tonight when I am standing in that hot arena listening to one of my favorite groups from my teenage years, I will reunite with that part of me I left behind and for at least that moment in time, we will become one.
Don’t sacrifice who you are. Don’t be who you think the world expects you to be. You can be a wife, a mom and still rock out. You can be the person you are today and the person you were all those years ago. That is your true self, when you remember what ignites the passion of who you were and who you are and when you finally reach a point to stand in between. The view is beautiful from there and so complete. I hope you will join me and reunite with who you really are, free of fear from what anyone else thinks.
Last night I traveled back in time. No, I am not some genius that has finally invented a time machine. My time travel involves something more simple…music! I watched Rock of Ages last night and couldn’t stop myself from jumping up and throwing a fist or two to the beat of the music. I can only imagine how crazy I may have appeared to my neighbors if they caught a glimpse of my crazy hair flying back and forth violently like I was possessed or something as I showed my daughter what we used our hair for back in the day. I’d even like to tell you I didn’t attempt swinging around my bed post in unison with the pole dancing scenes, but I just couldn’t help myself. My husband stared awkwardly at me, eyes wide open and not the way I envision he would gawk at some hot girl that danced on a pole for a living. My daughter however was completely amused. I may even have gotten a fist up pump or two while she matched me word for word in almost every song. Who knew Glee was singing all the old cool songs from the 80’s. I was amazed she knew the music so well. I
love that music from a certain era can take me back to a time that was so fun all those years ago and for at least a moment or two, can actually make me feel like I am that energetic teen I once used to be. The movie itself was absolutely awful, but the music was fantastic! Lucky for me, as soon as it ended, HBO played it again! Music from the 80s was fun. I’m looking forward to downloading some of my old favorites soon. What an great pick me up on a day I really needed one.