As I slowly get back in the mainstream, I honestly admit I was exhausted and didn’t know if I could muster the energy for a concert tonight, but I gave it a good college girl try and am I ever glad I did. After a sensational concert by Sister Hazel with opening acts The Kin and Bryan Jarvis at the Bijou, I say…music is good for the soul and great for the healing soul. I thrive on music anyway and always find myself in the lyrics, no matter how obscure. Tonight I heard in harmony a lot about ex-es, love, life and livin’ your own life – and it was one of those evenings I didn’t want to end. I’m not a particularly starstruck individual, but those who know me might say I enjoy being up close and personal – within the first few rows, that is – and I might have a growing collection of drum sticks, guitar pics, photos and paraphernalia for my future shadow box. Tonight was no exception – I secured a purple guitar pic, autographed CD and signed ticket stub – right alongside my sister who couldn’t stop saying “they’re as cute as can be,” and now wants the two of us to take some kind/any kind of music lessons and start a band (There’s actually proof of previous attempts on my “other” facebook page). I can’t believe I’m throwing myself under the bus, but if it’s a Provost tour bus, then that might be okay. A friend of mine even suggested I might be a “diesel sniffer” – which I had never heard before but it warranted a snorting laugh. All of this to say – it feels good to experience some normalcy and get my head off of the obvious “in your face” issues.
I’m excited for the weekend and ready for some sunshine. Next week brings a decision about treatment and hopefullly some progress on my reconstruction – send strong vibes to Dr. Becker. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with The Kin’s words from tonite: “Those at the top say, ‘come my way.’ Those at the bottom say, ‘come my way.’ I say to all the people, ‘go your way.’”
