I have been a very late adapter to the iPod movement. I finally got an iPod as a Christmas gift from Number Two Son, along with a hefty iTunes gift card, and then, because he knows me so well, he “did it” all for me. You know, those techy things that you have to do to set things up, showed me how to buy songs, and then was at my beck and call until I could do it on my own. Which took far longer than you’d think.
But now I’m in. I am living life to my own personal soundtrack.
Some background on me: When I was a teeny, tiny little girl, just a wee thing still in the playpen, my mom would park the playpen with me in it in front of the television while American Bandstand was on. I bopped and hopped, holding on to the rail of the playpen, a drooly grin on my baby face, rocking out to the rock and roll washing over every pore of my skin.
A rock and roll chick was born.
Fast forward to today: I love it all. I love rock music in all its many forms. Rock n’ roll, classic rock, hard rock, glam rock, punk rock, goth rock, pop rock, country rock, doper rock. I have it all on my iPod. I have my iPod on anytime I leave the house. I have the volume turned Very High. I Rock Out while standing in line at the post office, while shopping for cereal, while trying on shoes, while waiting in the dentist’s office, while watering the potted plants on the deck.
I am that woman. My hips swing, my head bobs, my shoulders keep time, and I sometimes do the air guitar. I am rocking out. I am also buying pasta. I am living life to own my personal soundtrack. I am happy. I make other people happy. People smile when they see me. They want to rock out with me. I don’t blame them.
What’s on your life soundtrack?