Rhythm is life, and life is rhythm.

I know, I know another blogger. But I find for me, its a sort of outlet for my completely random thoughts that I think as I am driving to Starbucks, the store, the hospital, or wherever. I have always been a type of "blogger" but it was confined to my little flowered diary with the heart shaped lock on it.

I notice in every page of my diary, there is always a reference to music. Music rules my life. I hear Blues Travelers, and it can take me back to when I was a freshman in high school, getting ready to go to the private school, I "thought" I wanted to go to. Or I can hear something along the lines of Tupac and it will take me back to when my older brother and I were going through a difficult time and would record Tupac off of the radio on our tape player just so that we could listen to it over and over again and escape reality.

I used to not understand what people meant when they said, " This song helped me through a rough time". It wasn't until my grandparents passed away that I really understood what that meant. I tried to stay away the whole time they were sick because I didn't want to have to deal with the reality that I knew was certain. They were big country fans and at the time I went through a phase where country was all I listened to. "Laredo" By Chris Cagle was my favorite. Every time I listened to that song, I thought about sitting in my room at my grandparents house, blasting it, and having my grandma walk in and try and dance with me. It is what I listened to the day I went to prom with my now husband, while my grandma did my hair. She said, " It is every grandmas dream to do her granddaughters hair for prom." I will never forget that day.

It's amazing to me that these songs can bring so much emotion to me but at the same time put me back where I was when I heard the song. I would like to think I have a soundtrack to my life, and ever since I was younger, in my diary, I would have my songs that I would listen to. Recently while cleaning out the garage, I found my little flowered diary with the heart shaped lock. I went and downloaded every song that was in my diary and took a journey in my head full of tears, happiness, and memories, and I now know that anytime I miss a friend, or want to go back to the last dance of prom with Stephen, or the day my daughter was born, I can. By just listening to the music.