Rocked My World To A Happy Place

HOW I DID LIFE THIS WEEK

I Got To Thinking About Happy.

Not the Gluten-Free, Ketogenic diversion we could truly care less about.

We Love Our Happy simple, comforting and content by familiarity.

Like masterful Italian cooking, the fewer the ingredients, the better.

Uncomplicated.

“… A Feels-So-Good Moment It’s Got To Be A Guilty Indulgence … When No One’s Watching … And So What If They Are …”

This what Happy does when it does Happy.

Happy being Happy.

Smiling face never hurt anyone.

MY SOAP BOX ON SPRING EQUINOX

Was In The Shop Getting An Overhaul.

An attitudinal adjustment.  Way overdue.

“So, it was Me and I – just the two of us nesting – taking a nice break from Myself.”

And, relief from the dizzying heights of hypocrisy, feigning pious and being so damn serious about True Purpose.

Lightening up from the heavy side of Meh.

For a change.

WHERE’S MY HAPPY PLACE?

I’m All Over The Map With Happy.

Alone.  In good company.  Amongst strangers.

Lost and Found in my thoughts.

In my heart.

And skin.

The mirror isn’t my frenemy any more.

We’ve patched things up.

MUSIC

To Realign My Groove.

“Get the Funk … All The Way … Out.”

Old School Cool.

Ice Cream for the Soul.

FUN FACT CONFESSION #1

I’m An Uncloseted … Car Dancer.

What?

Guilty, y’all.

Oversharing is big caring for Self.

To the relief of Humanity, I rock it solo:

“Bounce, Wiggle, Gyrate, Shuffle, Shimmy, Sway …”

Un-see-able.

CRACKED WIDE OPEN

My Sunroof … 

Rolled down the windows.

Let the tunes take me there.

“Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air … sang Don Henley.”

Actually, no.  No flora on a dark desert night.

Wind, yes.  The last nasty vestiges of a cold and too bloody long Winter …

Frigid air snapped my face tighter than a blanket of Botox.

Tortuous but never wanting the moment to end.

So, there’s that kind of Happy.

I’M GETTING LOST

Taking The Long, Long Way Home.

How Good Life Is.

When wherever you are, is where it couldn’t be any better.

Zen?

I don’t know.

Close enough and that’s plenty good for me.

SOUNDTRACK TO THIS FAR …

Auditioned My Newest Playlist, ‘New Shit’.

Which is exactly the ‘Old Shit’ I love.

Wished I’d picked a better name.

Like Nouvelle Merde or Nueva Mierda.  

Fresh, crap related, anyway … to end this digression.

On iTunes because I’m ear deep in it.

About 100 songs of eclectic.  When you like just about every genre.

Classic Rock.  Motown.  R & B.  Tejano.  Reggae.

Hey now, some Soft Pop.

A couple Disco Gems and Hurtin’ Country in there, because as long as I’m out hanging in the Trust Tree …

Maybe I’ll Spotify.

ECLECTIC BOOGIE

Something Like That …

When Old School Mix Tapes were a thing … I made one.

On a cheap cassette recorder in high school.

Let’s pause.

Because who didn’t?

It was horrible.

Beyond forgettable.

Wish I still had it.

INTO DIRE STRAITS

Texas Tornados … Toots and the Maytals.

Marc Anthony … Marvin Gaye.

Squeeze … Seals and Croft.

Yaz … Tom Jones.

See what I mean?

FUN FACT DIGRESSION CONFESSION #2

How I Became An Accordion Buff

I’m not sure.

This is unnatural, unjudgmentally odd, and possibly, just weird.

If there is a demographic, I don’t fit it.

Witness, the incomparable Flaco Jiménez.

Buckwheat Zydeco.

Walter Ostanek.

Legends in Tijano.  Zydeco.  Polka.

My curious fix.

Happy being Happy.

 

 

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