There are two types of people in the world... Those who make music and those who love music and one cannot exist without the other. My Aunt Nancy told me those wise words many years ago and they still make so much sense to me. I am a music lover. It's a nice feeling to know what category I fall into. Of course, I would love to imagine myself as a music maker on a stage singing one of my favorite songs, but for now, I'm content with the shower and my car. "Lover" it is!

This year for Christmas, my husband bought me an MP3 player. I've been reluctant to adopt any new technology for a couple of years now. I blamed it on not having time, being too busy with the kids or even being too old to learn something new. Now I am realizing that I may have been depriving myself. These days, I am stuck singing songs that My three year old adores - the theme to Diego or Dora, Songs by the Wiggles and especially the Doodlebops. I've even found myself making up my own Nursery Rhyme sounding songs and enticing my daughter to help me make up verses... but not too long ago, I was a lyrical genius even a rebel... One who could belt out just about any song with confidence and the same amount of lyrical passion as those original artists. I found deep meaning in the lyrics and loved them like poetry.  OK-So, I am a wanna be... but it wouldn't it be fun to be a lead singer in an all girl rock-n-roll band?

Why on earth have I forgotten this facet in my life? Kids? Bills? My husband already knows I am a goof ball, heck - I think thats why he married me? LOL?

So, as I am loading all the amazing music I can think of and wishing that I had more storage space on this little MP3 player, I'm in deep thought and wondering why on earth have I been supressing the passion that has literally fueled every major phase of my life? I've kinda forgotten how powerful music has been in my life and how it really has shaped us into who we are, defined generations of people, started and stopped wars and influced people to do wonderful and even disasterous things. And as I sit back and listen to Bob Marley, I feel relaxed and peaceful for the first time in a long time. "One Love" has silenced the worry in my mind... Mentally, I'm on an island and it feels good to know I'm not the only person in the world who worries about the world and wants to make it a better place. God Bless Bob Marley.

I don't know if you are anything like me, but I'm on this nostolgic path of rediscovering the music that has shaped me into who I am and thought I'd share it. You don't have to run out and get an MP3 player, but in case you find yourself dusting off your old CD's or wishing you could hear that one song that makes you remember your first date, or the night you snuck out of the house for the first time or the song that you learned to dance to - just know, you're not alone and I'm with ya right now!

Feel free to get your "groove on" girls and just for fun - let me know the first concert you ever went to! Mine was INXS and I begged my mom to take me and my boyfriend Phil for Valentines Day. (ok, so I was 14 and couldn't drive) Phil and I had a song "Never Tear us Apart" - but of course, fate and High School eventually did. But, what fun to remember!

Sincerely,

Sarah