Music is Good for the Soul


This past Christmas, I tried to think of something special I could give to my parents. I’m not very crafty, I don’t sew…yet and I don’t consider myself a foodie per se. I don’t get excited over shopping at Whole Foods or any grocery store for that matter. I don’t think that a great night out is eating at a nice restaurant and nothing else. I think it’s a waste of money unless there is music being played somewhere nearby. I don’t bake though I love the smell of baking bread, cookies being made and yummy cakes. My sister-in-law creates fabulous cakes that are tasty and beautiful to look at and my mom bakes the best cookies. I think they’re better than Mrs. Field’s but that’s just my humble opinion.

I believe my gift is music, not making my own music though I would love to be able to play an instrument if I had the patience to actually learn. No, my gift is in finding the perfect songs to fit my mood and the mood of others, hopefully making them feel something in their  hearts and souls from the gift of music I give to them. I feel music. It makes me cry when I’m happy and when I’m sad, reminisce about days gone by, feel exhilarated and giddy and helps me get over something when I’m angry, all the while giving me goosebumps when the music is truly beautiful. My husband and kids know exactly what kind of mood I’m in by the music I have playing and know whether it’s time to leave mom alone or act goofy and be silly, dancing around the house as if no one is watching.

I love creating playlists and with the knowledge I’ve gained from the people I love about who they are as individuals, I’m able to come up with the perfect playlist for them from me. Whether it’s music for a wedding or a mix cd for a loved one or friend, that person or couple knows it’s personalized from me to them. It makes me happy when others listen to the cd I’ve given them and love all the songs I’ve added, evoking beautiful memories from their own life experiences, while allowing them to chance to see who they are to me and what they represent in my life.

It was with this knowledge that I decided to give both my parents separate mix cd’s as a more personalized Christmas gift. I added songs that were reminiscent of my childhood and of what I knew to be some of my parents’ favorite bands and singers. Though they both loved my gift, I think my dad understood the reasoning behind it more than my mom. My dad and I both tend to be very introverted and share a love of music that my mom just doesn’t share with me. Neither my dad nor I talk very much but get us in a room where we can talk about music and we are good for an hour or so.

My mom would rather shop with me as a way to re-connect and that’s wonderful. Some of the best memories I have with my mom of when I was younger and now that I’m older, have revolved around an afternoon or evening of shopping. However, I was hoping that by giving them both music that meant something to me and told the story I was trying to share with them, they would have a better understanding of who I am as a person. My dad totally got it and in turn got me…my mom did not. She loved the songs I gave her but asked me why music was so important to me. I probably should have tried explaining it to her a little better but in the end, didn’t really know how to.

I guess for me, music is the way I know best to let my feelings show. Words can sometimes be hard for me, especially in a conversation with others. Sometimes I get so nervous around people that my mind goes blank and I don’t know what to say. It’s a problem I’ve dealt with my entire life. If you are a person who loves music as much as I do, then you know how I feel. We all have our ways of dealing with daily life. Mine just happens to be through music. What about you? How do you deal?



Being appreciated is really nice…


This past June, I ended one career in the school district where I work and took a new position as an administrative assistant at a high school. For the past 12 years, I have worked on an off in accounting and with the budget cuts in the district, I was going to be “riffed.” Instead of letting my career in the district come to an end right before my full five years of vestment, I went for it, pay cut and all. Sometimes you have to take a step backward to move forward. I know now that I made the right decision.

Today was Administrative Professional’s Day and in the 20+ years that I’ve been working, this is the first year where I I truly felt appreciated for what I do and the first time I’ve ever been celebrated for what I do. I love my job…I really do. I know some people probably don’t look at secretarial work as anything special but working in the schools rather than in an administrative or corporate office is an eye-opening experience filled with pleasures that I never knew existed. Little gifts I find in my mailbox from office supply goodies to flowers and a boss who makes me feel appreciated everyday, patient with me and understanding when I forget to do something and still telling me that I’m doing a good job even when I feel like I’m not. Words of wisdom from the principal’s secretary letting me know that the first year is always the toughest but with each passing year it get’s easier and better helps me feel a little less insecure.

The added bonus is that I’m adding to my skills, learning a completely new job, knowing I can take that knowledge with me in a few years if I want to and move onto a higher paying position. The fact that I get a whole month off during summer to do whatever I please without having to request vacation time off is such a gift that it makes taking the pay cut completely worth it. When people acknowledge your hard work in a meaningful way, it truly makes a difference. Enchantment abounds and inspiration is everywhere.

Generation X is not the Lost Generation


Gen X has gotten a bad rap. Ever since we said goodbye to high school and either started our lives in the real world or worked on bettering ourselves in college, everyone who is not part of our generation seems to think we are lost and that we are invisible. As a member of Generation X, I can say that those people don’t know what they’re talking about. If anything, we are the survivors of a childhood that may not have been ideal, a work life that is not always stable and a home life that may or may not be perfect. We are a generation of rebels and individuals who believe that music is the soundtrack to our lives and we can actually make a difference in a world filled with former dreamers and idealists-turned-greedy middle-aged boomers and plastic, money-is-the-only-thing that matters, barbie girl world, reality t.v. loving youngsters.

 It is true that some of Generation X may feel lost and some may feel invisible but we’re still out there, doing the  work that our predecessors and the generation following us don’t want to do. We are the cog in the wheel that makes it turn, letting the world see our creativity at work, showing the younger generation the importance of accepting others for who they are, having paved the way to be out-shined once again. It’s not a perfect world but it is our world and it’s our job to fix it after everyone else screwed it up. We’re like the un-loved or ignored middle child who just wants to be noticed and recognized for the special people we are without having to show off to everyone else to prove that we are. A generation of people who have so much to offer the world and many who do the important work behind the scenes, molding our children to be better people and hopefully making the world a better place for the future than when we received it. We don’t sound very lost to me. 

The Enchanted Years


At one time, I thought the high school years were my enchanted years. Everyone was young, beautiful, ambitious, trying to figure out who they were, what they wanted to become and having fun. Life was a social activity to everyone whether you were popular or not. It didn’t matter who you hung out with. Whomever you called friend, you had fun with them. We were both child and young adult. Some of us acted more like the adult and some like the child. We were inspired, curious and falling in love for the first time. For some, the party continued through college and for others like myself, the real world became our university.

I chose to get married at a young age. I thought it would be magical and at least I didn’t have to worry about ever being alone. I knew I could make a marriage work. I had always been a romantic at heart. My future husband was a little pessimistic about it lasting. How could a marriage possibly work when you’re so young? You haven’t even fully matured into an adult yet. Still, I was stubborn and knew I would never give up the fight when it came to love and marriage.

The first few years were a time of disillusionment. My happy, cheerful big hair 80’s neon world turned into the grungy, flannel infested black and grey world of the 90’s and my perfect Prince Charming for a husband turned out to be entirely human and not perfect. I found out that I wasn’t perfect either but the love was still there even during the power struggle. There were times when I didn’t think we would be able to make it work after all and then something magical happened. Our feelings changed when we found out we would be turning our coupledom into a family. All of a sudden, though life was still relatively fun, we had someone other than ourselves to think about.

Throughout the 90’s and into the new millennium, we both did our best to learn and grow while dealing with job losses, depression, being broke all the time and having another mouth to feed turning our family of three into four. The responsibility of raising children, working at jobs that neither one of us loved to pay bills that we hated but were a necessity, took away some of the early magic of being a couple who at one time thought they would live a life filled with adventures galore into the reality of what life was really like. Luckily, we had a really great group of friends who helped to make the difficulties a little less difficult and a lot more interesting to say the least.

However, I have found that my enchanted years really are my adult years. I’ve had the chance to live two lives filled with wonderment. The one of my youth and the one of my children’s youth. Once you have a child either you turn it into a burden in which case you never should have had children, or you turn it into a world of joy and imagination. My husband and I did our best to make sure our children had a childhood filled with love, laughter, the wonder of the outdoors, the magic of Halloween, the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny.

Marriage is hard work, raising well-adjusted, intelligent, caring children is hard work. Choosing survival in a world where so many people give up is hard work yet we’ve managed to do this as well. When my children were younger, my life was about seeing the world through their innocent eyes and protecting them from the harshness and ugly reality that could be found in the outside world. Now that they’re teenagers, it’s not as easy to protect them. They have their own view on the world around them and I know that my role in their lives now is not so much the protector as it is the teacher and the voice of reason trying to keep them on the right path. So far, I think I’m managing pretty well. Giving them the freedom to make their own decisions is tough but I know when it’s time for them to go out on their own, they will have the lessons that both my husband and I taught them and they will be fine. My husband and I are both fighters who don’t give up even when it seems like everything is stacked against us. It builds character and makes us stronger.