Tell me if this has ever happened to you: To momentarily escape from the monotany and predictability of your life you…maybe….daydream during a song, while driving?
Here’s me the other day: driving home, have so many things to think about that I revolt and decide to, well, not think of any of them and become “not myself.”
“Not myself ” is who I would maybe be had I not chosen the path of marriage, family, job, and home ownership. “Not myself” is in THIS moment, a cute folk singer, who has an incredible voice that just wows everyone who hears it. And she is so passionate, and well, she can hold a note for a really long time. Patty Griffin. Singing “Chief.”
The ipod is cranked, and in my head (not out loud) I am belting out:
I wish you could see me when I’m flying in my dreams, the way I laugh there way up high, the way I look when I fly. The way I liiiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvve. The way I flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy(mom?)yyyyyyyyyyyyy(maaooom?)yyyyyyyyyy(MOM!)yyyy..
me-“WAAAAAHAAAAATTTTT?!?!?!? WHAT COULD BE SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU HAVE TO KILL MY FOLK SINGER MOMENT…THAT I WAS HAVIN! Dog gonnit! Clearly my kids were not aware that is was NOT their mother driving the van.
Or rather that I got flushed back into reality like a terd taken out by a high powered industrial toilet.
Dammit. Here’s Patty, aka “Not myself”: