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Wednesday, June 4, 2014

What I was raised on....

There is just something about a country song that stirs ALL kinds of emotions deep down in my soul. Literally. No joke, y'all.

I get all kinds of giddy in my car listening to "good" country.  All kinds of giddy when any country award show comes on and I am ALL kinds of giddy because we just so happen to have fabulous seats next year at the ACM awards in Dallas.

Yes, there is plenty of drinking, cheating, getchyou some of that crap out on country radio but the gist of it, oh my soul!

I was so giddy tonight during the CMT awards that I walked(or maybe danced) a whole hour on the treadmill.....

Country music takes me back to my late teenage years, post horrendous high school days, when I came out of my little sheltered bubble and had all the confidence in the world and danced my heart out every night to country music with my roommate.  Country music made me day dream of how I wanted and did not want my life to be.  

Country music, now, makes me reminisce about my "good ole days" and my "not so good days."  My good days of young love with Cody and doing things right for the first time.  The start of me being honest with myself and honest with Cody and my "not so good days" of trying to please everyone but myself.  At one point I think I had told so many lies, trying to please everybody, I couldn't keep them straight and  relationships/friends started to crumble.  Country music was my safe place.  My healing place at that time.  Getting lost in someone else's song and working out all my BS.

So now, when I hear a great country song that takes me back to my giddy days, I get to look over at my husband and remember why I fell so deeply in love with him the first time and become giddy all over again.

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