It amazes me sometimes how productive I can be when I stick the ear buds in and rock out while working. My former boss always thought it was odd that I concentrated better with the music turned up. Of course, he is kind of ADD and I have a feeling his mind would wander if he listened to music as he worked. . .
But this afternoon I was having a case of the Mondays even though it is clearly Wednesday and the thought of curling up under my desk for a nice little nap sounded really good. So I remembered that while my IPod was at home, I do have Pandora on my phone and rocked out to 80s metal while working on my spreadsheets. I have a radio at work and listen to it most of the time but sometimes listening to the current rotation on the local station gets on my nerves.
So up went the volume and I tapped, tapped, tapped away, literally knocking out a ton of reports. What a nice way to spend the afternoon! Even better as I marked off each account as done, making some nonproductive days disappear.
I guess music is my drug of choice, while I tend to go old school, I do love some of the current musicians out there. Paramore and Wakey! Wakey! are just two of the groups that I love to hear on the radio and if they aren’t in the rotation, well, I have my handy, dandy mixed CDs (and that just doesn’t roll off the tongue like mixed tape) that I can throw in while driving home. There is something so freeing about the windows down, music up and driving down the road with my hair going crazy.
Luckily tomorrow is Thursday, just one day closer to the weekend and that my friends makes me happy. As well as getting an email from Stacey today saying she felt good, on cloud nine and even looked online to check out coming home outfits for the newest addition. And that makes me smile even bigger!
Music also makes me think about things, decisions that need to made, things that should be said but never will. It helps me write but then there are times when I wouldn’t mind just finding my spot by the river and sitting there to think. I used to do this when I was growing up. It was my favorite thing, music up, windows down, taking the curves like I was on a race track. Then I would see my destination, pull over, climb down and just think.
The water clears my head but at this time of the summer, I would be more in the way and well, you can’t really clear your head when there are tons of people hanging out there. But it is the thought that counts.
Maybe one of these days I will just go with my gut, let it out and move on. I would be simpler that way. But I am kind of stubborn.
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