My life has a soundtrack composed of hundreds of songs, where the first few notes or drum hits can instantly force total recall of days, places and people. And yet, I often forget that music consistently helps me whenever I listen to it. It can make me happy, it can help me process sadness and, above all, helps me get out of my head for awhile.
Excited that I now have my entire music library on my phone, I was plucking around today, and landed on "Sit Down," which I've blogged about before. And just like that, last night's dismay at the grief in the world has left my brain. Whew.
I've gotta remind myself that funk can be dealt with by using what is literally within arms reach at all times.