Hormones, The Grinch and Stevie Wonder

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This is what I felt like (and probably looked like)

this morning. I'm blaming hormones on the really

poor mood I was in. Probably a pretty valid excuse

this particular time. One minute I was ready to

blubber into a pile of tears and sniffles. The next

minute I was ready to wage World War III with

my poor husband. I even found myself thinking

that running away sounded like a good option.

Dramatic, but we all have these days, right?

I just hate it's the week of Christmas

and I've got a case of the Grinches.

Flash forward to my lunch break.

I decided it was a good idea to grab lunch

and take a drive. Driving in my car alone

always helps me center a little. Weird?

I'm also a Car Singer. You know...those

crazy people you catch at red lights or

as you casually glance to the car beside you.

So I scanned the radio for a song that I

could really jam to....get some tension out.

A few scans in I landed on "Superstition"

by Stevie Wonder. PERFECT.

I'm sure I looked ridiculous.

Bopping my shoulders and groovin'.

I had it up so loud I'm pretty sure it could

have started one of those spontaneous

singing moments at the stop light

where everyone all of a sudden joins in with

no rehearsal like an episode of Glee.

There's something about that kind of music.

Do you know what I mean?

Playing a song like that with such big sound

and a beat that gets down into your bones.

I think jamming like that in my car is also

some sort of introvert therapy. Out in public

I would NEVER get down and groove like I do

in my car when that sort of music comes on.

It feels good to let it out.

Anyway. Thanks Stevie. You rock.

Need some get-away-Grinch therapy?

Here ya go.