"Sing me something soft, sad and eligent... or loud and out of key... sing me anything."

So my coworkers and I were having a conversation about when you reach the point in your relationship with a song that you can sing every word and hit every note by muscle memory instead of thinking about it. Hannah says she only has a few songs like that, but I'm thinking most songs I listen to more than five times I can do that with. I guess our definitions/feelings are a little different as to when we are actually singing a song by muscle memory or just by memory itself. Does this confuse anyone else?? haha.... I worked from home this morning as I had several calls to take before making my commute in. It was 930 by the time I got out of the house on my way in. I walk by Berkeley High every day and there are always students just walking to school, and today was no different. Isn't it a little late to start school-- at 930? I wanted to stop one of the students and ask when school is actually in session since I always see students outside doing nothing. Even though I'm sure we didn't do that much in high school, I KNOW we were in class a lot more than these students are.

Two weeks ago I actually saw a drug deal go right before my eyes. It was exactly like you see in the movies only instead of it being gangster drug dealers in a dark alley after-hours, it was high school students on the sidewalk in front of their school where anyone could see. So many things were going through my head as I watched the little white plastic bag of white powder swap hands with some dollar bills replacing it: 1-Why did they just do that in front of everyone? He looked at me before he did it, he knew I had a perfect view of seeing their transaction-- why didn't he try to hide it? 2- Since when did High Schoolers start dealing coke right in front of their school? I'm not so naive to think drug deals didnt happen when I was in high school, but I feel like this has just recently become a crazy epidemic in US high schools. 3- What's going on in this world?!-- I'm scared to think of what my little cousins or my own kids will get into. I guess you just teach them the best you can and hope they make the right choices.

Back to my walk this morning, like every day, I pass many homeless people in the streets, sidewalks and parks of Berkeley. Today there was a homeless person(not sure if it was a man or woman due to the hood and distance between us). this person was singing loud enough that I heard him/her even after I had walked all the way up the street past them. I can never say I'm jealous of a homeless person and will never know what its like to face what they do every day, but in that moment I knew how that homeless person felt-- like you just want to yell out your emotions through song. Not necessarily so other people can hear you, but just so you can hear yourself loud and clear. I know that's not really normal and it sounds as crazy as many homeless people really are, but sometimes I wish I could just do something crazy like that. haha I know there are a lot crazier things I could do, but to step inside a musical for one day where I can sing as loudly as I want and have it sound really good and normal to everyone... that would be a perfect day.

xoxo,
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