When a song makes me get out of my chair, get up and break into a jig, all by my lonesome, I know it is a goo0000d song.
And just like that I slipped out of the blues I have been wallowing under for a large part of this week. I’ve been in a funk of sorts for the last couple of days. Blame it entirely on
working procrastinating too much. Like I mentioned in this post, earlier this week I found myself in a spot, forced to cram my way through a pile of work I had pushed unendingly, with no real end in sight. I’ve spent more frustrated afternoons in cafes trying to focus on word documents rather than my food blog. I’ve blocked out the cacophony of the yuppies around me, and tuned into this song as it quite snugly turned into a earworm, embedding itself rather deep inside of me. I’ve spent my evenings settling into an unfathomable sulk — the worst kind that cannot be blamed on PMS, cannot be pegged on a trigger that brought it on, and the kind that shows no sign of retreating.
Its true what they say about all work and no play. Because doing nothing by working all through this week, with no time to think about much else, has soaked me dry and left me uninspired and lifeless. I’ve missed going out for my walk for over 10 days days now (yes, don’t ask. Its a ridiculous and unhappy story) and I’m craving that much-needed endorphin kick that is just the thing I need to crack myself back to life.
Even though ARR’s voice has been on loop for a while now, it just did that wonderful thing songs sometime do. In a split second it flipped backwards on to me, stopped being a track in the background, and glued itself to some twitchy muscle inside of me. And in that instant, I had no choice but to respond with a mini-hop-skip-and-prance move that lasted right through till the end. Because when I dance, I dance like nobody’s watching. And when I enjoy a track, I enjoy it like everyone is.