One Note

It might be a recurring theme...

Incorporating movies into a post...

Before you rise to judgment, I work very, very hard. I give 150% every time; therefore, when I have opportunity to sit down, I take my rest time very seriously.

Another of my all time favorite movies is Mr. Holland's Opus. I remember first watching it with my Dad in the theater, which is a very big deal because I was not allowed to go to the movie theater until about the time this movie was released.

If you've never seen it, I highly recommend it. Please watch it today. Invite me over. (I like Diet Coke and pepperoni pizza.) It is so. Heartwarming. Each and every time I am completely overwhelmed by one man's journey of passion which turns into a life purpose. I love that the central idea in the movie is music. The protagonist is immensely driven by his love for it; a passion he inevitably shares with generations to follow.

Music is definitely the language of emotion. Anyone who blasts the radio on the way home after a bad day of work can attest to that. Anyone who perks up hearing a song from 25 years ago is proof. It reveals our thoughts. It heals our wounds.

If we're honest it's how we communicated our deepest feelings in the 90s - mixed tapes, anyone?

I love singing. Absolutely love to belt out some tunes on a road trip. Unfortunately, God did not bless me, in any remote or blatant way, with abilities of the vocal variety. I don't​ let that stop me. And, if by chance, the radio gives out, I am always taken aback at how terribly I sing. Seriously. But. No one, no one, has more joy than I singing the part of Christine Daae. I was made for the music of the night. Or for defying gravity.

I will attend my son's first band concert on Monday. Then I will return the saxophone rental and spring for a saxophone purchase because he has decided to pursue it long-term. (And, unlike his mother singing, he is quite good.) Aaron has expressed a deep desire to play the cello next year. The cello. Have you seen a cello? More importantly, have you HEARD a cello? I love the sound of the cello. Deep and rich. Music is in my house. Music is in my car. Some of it is good. Some of it is not so good.

But all of it is moving. All of it comes from the soul.

Paint the sunset. Play the notes. Write the words.

Feel passion.

Feel joy.

Do take your son's cello to school every other night because it is not allowed on the bus.

Express emotion, be genuine, and change the world.

One note. One opus. At a time.

It will be the music of your life.