My Current Mindworm : {A Semi-Regular Series} Prémonition (Coeur De Pirate)

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I can not get this song out of my head. Honestly. I have tried. I keep hearing it on CBC radio and I can’t not listen when it comes on. It’s so good! It pleases my ears. Seriously. My ears have the capability of being pleased and happy. Think, ice cream truck jingly chimes, birds in spring, the sound of an approved purchase on the POS machine at the Apple Store or baby giggles.

Yeah. Like that.

We are talking Hamilton level mindworm here, people! This is getting serious.

So, what’s a Peady to do?

Why, share it with you, of course. This is a three pronged attack to mindworm solution finding.

First of all, I get to hear the song again (YAY!) for completely legitimate, non-losing-my-mind-as-I-type reasons when I go to find it so I can get the details correct in the title of my post and for information sharing purposes.

Secondly, I get to (finally) stop wondering if there is a video (there is!) and share it with you after first watching it myself. Again, this is quality control not obsession, thank you very much.

Here it is!

Thirdly, I get to wonder what the heck that was all about as I puzzle over this music video and if you watch it we can discuss this and puzzle over it together. Oh, I do love a good wondering session.

So, shall we?

What the heck was that all about?

Doesn’t she have a cool voice?

Do you love this song? Do you even know it at all?

If you had a choice would you rather hear the music and skip the video? (Close your eyes and listen. Seriously. Completely different experience.)

Or do you enjoy the visual component, too?

I find myself more confused than anything, to be honest.

It’s obviously a love story gone awry, but why? I need more information!

So, tell me, what songs or artists have you been listening to a lot lately? Are you able to simply move on or does your brain compel you to listen one more time? Can you predict when a certain song will hook you from the first few bars or notes?

When is the last time you really (like, truly, madly, deeply) loved a song?

I can’t wait to hear your thoughts.

In the meantime, I think I’ll watch this Coeur De Pirate video again and try to figure out whether they were going for sexy or scary because – I have to be honest with you here – I am seriously conflicted.

 

 

 

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Saturdays Are Best : Write It Out Edition

Good morning!

It is 10:14 on Saturday March 10th and I have been up for way too many hours for what is supposed to be a relaxing Saturday morning with few obligations. I tried so hard to sleep in, but honestly there are a whole bunch of things on my mind and I am the kind of person who wants everything to be in perfect harmony all the time and this ol’ world hasn’t quite gotten the memo about my perfect 7.5 billion part harmony plan.

The entire world is an awfully big goal, mind you. I get that. I mostly want my teeny tiny part of it to be harmonious, but this week even that has been … well … not good. I mean, if I were Simon Cowell in this situation or even an Elementary School Choir Director, I’d be all …

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Regardless, I must keep calm and carry on. I mean, right? Isn’t that all any of us can do?

Learning to roll with the punches – ugh so violent – go with the flow is an important life skill. You can’t freak out every time something makes you want to freak out. You just can’t. You’d have no energy left to notice the good things. You’d be in a constant state of sadness or stress or downright panic.

I know this because I have been there, done that, and bought the T-shirt.

Well, no. Not quite. I never did actually buy the T-shirt. The T-shirt wouldn’t fit me because I eat my feelings – because STRESS! (but I digress …)

All this to say, it has been a weeeeeek!

Where was I going with this?

Oh, yes! I have a lot on my mind and when I try to avoid certain things they get more and more naggy in my brain. (Seriously? Naggy isn’t a word? Naggy should absolutely be a word. There. I have used it three times. It’s mine! I am leaving it. Gosh darn it!) Do you know that feeling? It’s like when you have to pay a bill or make a dentist appointment or have a conversation that you really, really, reeeeaaalllly wish you didn’t have to pay/make/have? Like that.

Anyway, above all else this blog and its lack of bloggy joy has been in the forefront of my mind and I am feeling rather pragmatic about the entire situation and have decided that I am going all Sid Vicious on the situation. I am going to continue with Tempered With Kindness and I will write here when I can and I will make no apologies for not doing it the “right” way. (HAH! Whatever the heck that even means! Can you say flavour of the month? I can. I can also – and probably already have – eat it whole, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s good for me.)

For instance, maybe this post will have a big, beautiful, blog worthy photo. Maybe it won’t. I haven’t decided yet. I am sure we will all find out in due time and I know my patient, faithful, forgiving, tens of readers will respect my decision even if it isn’t the one they would have made. Right? I am not wrong to have this kind of faith in you, am I? No. I didn’t think so. You are my favourite. You really are.

There are approximately as many reasons why I haven’t been writing here as there are off-key voices in my Human Population Choir. (Oh look! We have a name now! Look for us on iTunes any day now with our 100% Hamilton repertoire.) That is a whole lot of reasons! Somewhere in there, there are also a whole lot of excuses and feelings of self doubt. I am pretty comfortable with my humanness, though, so I am not looking for reassurance or bad blogger asylum.

The truth is, if I want to write – and write well – I simply have to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard and write.

Without making promises.

Without making excuses.

Without making apologies.

Without overthinking.

Without considering all the reasons why I shouldn’t.

Without worrying about who I might bother by speaking my truth.

Without guilt.

Without shame.

Without perfection.

I will write.

I will write.

I will write.

(Look! Three times! It’s mine!)

It is now 11:55 (I’d tell you what else I have been up too, but you already know how Saturday morning Mom duty goes, I bet, so I won’t bore you with the details.) and I am going to hit publish. (OH! YES I AM!) I am going to hit it right now. I am not saving another draft. No. I am publishing.

(No photo. Oh well. sings I did it myyyyyyyy waaaayyyyyyy!)