As I type this, I am listening to Fiona Apple, circa 1997. This particular album was on repeat during my Sophomore year of college, back when life was so much easier yet felt so painful and complicated at the same time. This album immediately rockets me back to my younger self, my hot-mess self, my 40-versions-ago self.
I am not that person anymore. I am a 37- year-old wife and mother to two children with personalities larger than life. My weekend plans involve volunteering at my son’s wrestling tournament and taking my daughter to two birthday parties. This morning I fought with my husband about holy socks, rifled through laundry baskets, and poured coffee in my face. I am a more confident and stable version of that younger me in those formative years; yet at times that stability can feel predictable and boring.
While others choose their running tunes so that the beats-per-minutes align with a perfect cadence or pick anything with a heavy bass to muster the motivation required to push through all the miles in the training plan for the day, I choose music that makes me reflect and feel. Read more >>