The music speaks

Something getting back into live bands is making me happy.  I am truly blessed to have friends who play in bands. They are all sorts of genres. That's the way I like it.  I feel I learn more from having different taste in music.  I feel the music.  The music speaks.  I dance. But when I dance, I don't have an exact movement going. It's whatever comes to me.  Like everything else, I have to be my authentic self.  It was important to find a "soundtrack" to me.  And I got to do that.  I also started another that closely associated to Aug 1.  That was important to me.  That way...when I need that strength...I can listen to it.  I have a job interview tomorrow.  I don't want to make a big deal out of it.  I am at least happy to have someone call. It's a start.  So this weekend did something for me.  I have my strength.  Between the She RA, the bat, seeing Jason play, hearing the song, being back in that scene, having the trust and love from my husband to experience my own journey, friends that help me with this journey, or talking to a person and saying thank you (I didn't expect to do that)...all of it...it gave me strength.  The music speaks.  I'm still trying to figure out the story.  It's still being unfolded.