Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Blogtoberfest Day #3: Worthiness Wednesday #74 The healing power of music
I started my first job after graduation in 1996. It so happened that my boyfriend at the time worked in the same building as my new office, one floor up.
About three weeks into the job, he dumped me on my lunchbreak. Ten days later, he started a relationship with his housemate (whom he subsequently married). A few days after that, I opened an internal mail envelope to discover that he had sent me the toothbrush I used to leave at his house.
To say that I was devastated would be an understatement.
At that time, I was still in touch with quite a few of my university friends. I had also started bonding with my new flatmate, who ended up becoming one of my dearest friends in the universe. My new colleagues were surprisingly supportive, seeing as wed only really just met. My family were loving and wonderful.
I was so grateful to be surrounded by people who loved me while I tended my broken parts.
But the thing that I honestly reckon helped me heal -- apart from copious amounts of red wine -- was music.
Specifically, Annie Lennox's Diva.
I reckon I had that album on repeat for three months solid. It was surely about the lyrics but I also think that Annie's plaintive voice, the soaring arc of her instrumentals, the vibration of her tunes appealed to my suffering on a cellular level. You know that feeling when all you want to do is dance?
Last year, when I was going through a down patch, Beirut's The Rip Tide came to the rescue. When I sat down to create, it was Yael Naim's She Was a Boy. When I washed the dishes but harboured secret fantasies of rocking it out on guitar, it was Alain Johannes' Spark. This year, Regina Spektor's Patron Saint was my Winter anthem.
I suspect we all have certain songs we associate with specific times in our lives. What music do you remember listening to during the Summer as a teenager? What did scores made you twirl like a bedroom ballet queen, or sing with a hairbrush in front of the mirror? What is "your song" with your current partner? What song makes you cry, even when you hear it in a department store (especially when you hear it in a department store)?
This week, I invite you to recall the songs or albums that spoke directly to you when nothing else made sense. You could make yourself a playlist, to plug back into when you need that "something extra".
Or you could just remember that you have the power to heal your own soul, and it's only an iPod (or walkman or record player!) away. Because you are worthy of all the comfort you need.
Those of you playing along with Blogtoberfest might be new to Worthiness Wednesday. Don't be shy! Basically, it's a weekly prompt where I share my musings about the word "worthy" and my journey to understand what self-worth means to me. You are most welcome to respond on your own blogs, share your thoughts in the comments below, or just let the prompt marinate in your mind for a wee while.