Soul Soother

Music is powerful, huh?

For the last few weeks I have been harboring that horrible, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that you get when something terrible is around the corner or you know you did something really, really stupid.

The last time I remembered seeing my ipod was on our plane ride home from Florida.

Devastation was near. I thought I had seen the last of it. I asked Jered to check and double check and triple check his luggage after looking anywhere else it could possibly be.

If it weren't for the message that Beth had found my beloved piece of technology, I would have collapsed into broken-hearted sobs after a far-fetched call to the airport to inquire about any found ipods.

Where would I be without music?

Even now, I am watching the newest rendition of Mamma Mia. I can't help but hum or sing along to every song that begins to play, and I am slightly ecstatic whenever one of the songs come up on our 70s station at work. My love for the soundtrack is closely rivaled by my love for the actress who plays Sophie's Aunt Tanya. I loooove her- she always has me in stitches from laughing so much.

I love how music can suit my mood, or even change it. I can sit and wallow listening to music, or I can be forced into uncontrollable movement. Just today, I was dancing to Michael Jackson while catching up on some filing and hoping I would hear anyone who walked by before they saw me.

Well, have no fear friends: my ipod is currently in transit. Jered mailed it to me today.

As I say farewell tonight, let me also beseech you to watch Mamma Mia if you haven't already, and pay careful attention to Tanya. You'll probably add years to your life by laughing hysterically.