They talk about it while we live it.
Jun. 27th, 2003 03:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearToday I don't doubt my decision to choose being blind over being deaf when it comes to hypothetical questions doled out by glove compartment games. All day has been filled with CD's given to me last night and it makes for a much happier day.
Cars were always filled with music as a child. So much so that I felt betrayed by my father when in high school he started listening primarily to talk radio in his car -- luckily he had enough sense not impose such standards in the "family car". I was given a clock radio early on to establish a responsible routine in getting myself up in the morning. I loved waking up to the radio and also started falling asleep to it as well. I'd set the sleep function for approximately twenty minutes and the nights where I was anxious about some adolesenct angst I would still be awake when the radio cut off. But mostly I would drift off beforehand. I think to this day it takes me approximately twenty minutes to go from climbing into bed to finding slumber.
The reason I stuck with christianity for so long is probably because of music. I had low tolerance for long sermons and long prayers and initially long discussion of theology though I grew to love that later in my academic phase, but I loved singing hymns. I loved being in the choir and acting in the musicals and playing guitar during vespers every Sunday night during youth group. I would have never survived in one of those Southern Baptist churches that forbade dancing.
Last night I caught myself dancing in the mirrors at Berlin and rather than embarassment which sometimes initially comes when I see my reflection, I thought "hey, I look okay".
Tonight will be my third night in a row where I'll be dancing. For the most part (no need to remind me), my mood has been chipper and stable for the past three days. Coincidence?
On Sunday I think our float will be behind Roscoe's, which I'm sure will be blasting some craptastic house music. Look for the dancing judge with the inflatable gavel.
Cars were always filled with music as a child. So much so that I felt betrayed by my father when in high school he started listening primarily to talk radio in his car -- luckily he had enough sense not impose such standards in the "family car". I was given a clock radio early on to establish a responsible routine in getting myself up in the morning. I loved waking up to the radio and also started falling asleep to it as well. I'd set the sleep function for approximately twenty minutes and the nights where I was anxious about some adolesenct angst I would still be awake when the radio cut off. But mostly I would drift off beforehand. I think to this day it takes me approximately twenty minutes to go from climbing into bed to finding slumber.
The reason I stuck with christianity for so long is probably because of music. I had low tolerance for long sermons and long prayers and initially long discussion of theology though I grew to love that later in my academic phase, but I loved singing hymns. I loved being in the choir and acting in the musicals and playing guitar during vespers every Sunday night during youth group. I would have never survived in one of those Southern Baptist churches that forbade dancing.
Last night I caught myself dancing in the mirrors at Berlin and rather than embarassment which sometimes initially comes when I see my reflection, I thought "hey, I look okay".
Tonight will be my third night in a row where I'll be dancing. For the most part (no need to remind me), my mood has been chipper and stable for the past three days. Coincidence?
On Sunday I think our float will be behind Roscoe's, which I'm sure will be blasting some craptastic house music. Look for the dancing judge with the inflatable gavel.
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Date: 2003-06-27 08:33 pm (UTC)