My eyes opened to the pitter patter sound of gentle raindrops dancing on my roof top. I stretched my arms overhead and noticed the warmth of my dog curled up beside me. It’s Friday; it’s a Friday before a long weekend. This thought brought a smile to my face as I lay warm in the comfort of my bed this morning. I took my time getting ready for work; I wanted to savour the bliss I felt upon waking.
The “Sounds of Silence” rode along with me on my dark foggy drive to work.
I made a quick stop for coffee at my usual place. The gloomy weather was the topic of discussion amongst the regulars. No one was pleased with the soggy forecast for the last long weekend of summer. Nobody but me that is. It’s perfect; just perfect for my spontaneous weekend plans. The idea came to me as David Draiman’s voice built to a crescendo. It was a breathless moment. So what, you ask, is my plan? MUSIC.
I’m buying a new guitar after work. Something beautiful; something magnificent. When I pick it up and let my fingers glide down the strings, I want to feel vibration echo through my body. Once I find her, I will buy her. Then I’m going to buy a bottle of my favorite wine before making a quick stop at the gym for a 30 minute run. Once home, I’m going to soak in a warm tub; change into a pair of soft leggings and a warn out hoodie, light as many candles as I can find, and then, I will sit down to play. I’m going to let the rhythm of the rain be my muse for the writing of a new song.
It’s been close to 13 years since I’ve written a new song. Writing was my outlet before I was put on medication to deal with my anxiety. The medication dulled my creativity, and I lost interest in playing. I’ve been playing a little since coming off the meds, but I need something new to spark my interest. A brand new shiny guitar should do the trick. I’m so excited I can barely sit still; I’m not sure how I will make it through my 8 hours at work, but I’ll manage.
Change of plans. I checked my bank account and it didn’t agree with my plan, so I’ve had to revise my thoughts. Instead of a new guitar, I will buy new strings for one of my old guitars. My excitement level has gone down a notch or two, but overspending when I’m already in debt is too much for my anxiety. So new strings it is. A slightly anti-climactic ending to my story, but there will still be wine and candles, so it’s not all bad.