I know what I do... I sing.
As I drove south on I-55 today on my way to Springfield, I puy my playlist on shuffle and sang whatever songs came up. I sang loudly and off-key, and I didn't care one single bit. After a hectic week, the release of being alone and singing at the top of my lungs was rejuvenating and much needed.
I have very eclectic taste in music. Want a sample? Here are the five songs that randomly came up as I hit the foward button on my playlist:
Monday Morning by Fleetwood Mac
Daydream Believer by The Monkees
If I Were a Boy by Beyonce
January Hymn by The Decemberists
Clocks by Coldplay.
Sometimes I wonder how I must look singing with my mouth wide open and dancing from the hips up as I drive down the highway. I realize just as I'm about to censor myself that it doesn't really matter what the heck I look like.... I'm having fun and blowing off steam.
In the end, that's what matters.... not what anyone else thinks.
I'm curious.... what's on your playlist?