I am thankful that I went out for a walk today. Sounds simple enough, but somehow it takes a good deal to get me out of the house most days. I am not proud of that. It's not a big deal, but walking to...nowhere just seems so pointless to me. Most days I am actually pretty happy once I am outside (today wasn't actually one of those days).
I wear my old lady headphones because my ears are sensitive and earbuds either fall out or hurt. I listen to music that I LOVE. The music is by far the best part of the walk. If it weren't for the music (thank you Spotify) I would probably never get out. The bad thing about the music is that it pretty much requires hand gestures: air guitar (Stay/Jackson Browne), drumming (Angel of the Morning/Juice Newton), some sign language (This is Me/Greatest Showman), punching the air (Fight Song/Rachel Platten), arms flung wide (Let It Go/Frozen) or a microphone (I'm A Believer/Smashmouth) . Or some kind of movement that is not like walking (All Star/Smash Mouth, All the SIngle Ladies/Beyonce, Kokomo/Beach Boys - cha cha cha). I do try to restrain myself, which takes a lot of the fun away. I don't know anyone here so I probably shouldn't think about it so much, but since I walk the same route almost every day I would prefer that someone didn't call the police to check out the loony woman.
So now you know my rather eclectic taste in music (it's actually FAR more eclectic than the list above, but maybe that's a post for another day.) My kids tell me it's old people music which seems odd since I was in my 20s and 30s when most of it came out. I guess that makes the music old but not really for old people, right? Well, I don't really care what they say. The music makes me sing...and dance...and throw my arms in the air... and get out of the house for a walk. Maybe I am thankful for the music more than for the walk. Either way, I am thankful.
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