No Cars Go by Arcade Fire
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
Today was a strange day. Not at all what I expected from Pi day.

In the beginning I was so nauseous. My brain was utter mush. And then it wasn't. Then I was knocking through my to do list and facing down my more stressful tasks & all I had to eat was liquid soup but I got most of it done. I left the office at 7:00pm, and let me just stop to thank the academy. Thank you Day Lights Savings Time, you tricky bitch. I left the office and there was sun and I actually smiled. 

I put on a random Spotify playlist and created a new favorite, Between the Click of the Light and the Start of the Dream. Every song just lifted me up. It knew the sun was still out for me and it knew how much I needed it. It brought me joy. I danced in my seat. I held my hand in the air and affirmed my feelings. Oh my gosh I sang along with so much glee and soul and joy. 

Let me rephrase that. I am still sick and I lost my voice twice on the phone and there I was singing with soul and with joy. 

Oh! And traffic was lighter and I got home in 35 joyful minutes!!! Hot damn! It was one hell of a time. It was too perfect, so I hopped out & grabbed Tess and my library card and then we hightailed it to pick up my next books. I've told you, all good stories involve the library. We came back as the sun was setting and the playlist reacted perfectly. 

You might think I'm crazy and that's fine. You're entitled to your own opinions. But man, oh man, the best moments have their own soundtrack. Try to argue with that. Try to not feel that in your heart. The Kooks are out in the streets and they're gonna steal your skies. Goodnight loves. 

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posted by Songs of Love at 11:37 PM | 0 comments
The Twist by Metric
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Pi day was my first anniversary.  It's not the worst day to share with the anniversary of a failed relationship, though.  The fact that everyone celebrates 3.14159265 with actual pies makes it one of the very best holidays.  Even if you're sad, you're quelling your feelings in warm, ooey gooey pie!

On this the anniversary of the very beginning of our relationship, I spent the day in Athens.  I am a bad, bad girl.  I went for a walk in the park attached to Bear Hollow, the site of our first date, and felt nothing emotionally towards him. The park was empty except for Tess and myself and later a lone jogger. It was beautiful, it was cold, it was the same. This was my third trip to Athens this month.  I love it there.  I go to all of my favorite places and it's not until I drive past things I associate with him that I remember they used to be our favorite things, our favorite places.  Which is why I went to Bear Hollow, a place that held meaning for us, yes, but a place that also reminds me of trick or treating and volunteering and birthdays of close friends.

I love it there.  There's so much of me spread across the town that I don't associate it with him or us or what could have been.  Instead I see myself - dreams of a young girl, past, present, future.  The houses on Dearing Street that make me want to raise daughters in their secret gardens. The rolling hills that entice me to walk faster and tone my legs. The bars where I can drink cheaply, the two loops that will get me there quickly, the old with the new.  The piano intro of The Twist.

I'm me, I'm there, I'm happy, I'm bad. There has to be bad karma with starting something over an old thing, so I don't.  I don't overlap stories.  I don't say anything. I look across the table at what I want and I have to tell myself to look away.

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