Failure is an option. It is always an option. Sometimes it’s a damn good option. Like when you’ve worked 10-, 11-, and even 12-hour days all month, and you have the chance to go rock out at a great show, have a couple of drinks and hang out with friends. Failing to keep up with the 25-Day Challenge was a small price to pay.
If I had felt clever, I would have posted “25 Songs, 25 Days (Day 21) My Favorite Song” as Any Song I’m Listening to Live. I showed up for my shift the next day with indelible Sharpie® still on the back of my hand. After another 11-hour day, I ate dinner and went to bed before the sun hit the horizon. Day 22 was a wash as well. Day 23 didn’t go any better.
Fast forward to Day 24. I have a few alternatives.
- Give up. The project is ruined. The challenge was not met. Better luck next time, Loser.
- Catch up. Post all four days on Day 24 just in time to finish strong on Day 25.
- Stand up. Brush myself off, and join back in on Day 24. No one remembers you didn’t post on the 21st, 22nd, or 23rd anyway. I suppose I thought everyone was sitting by their monitors every day not knowing how to go ahead with life because I hadn’t posted the Song Challenge.
Any of these choices cater to the perfectionist in me, and I think, if you don’t mind (and even if you do) I’d like to catch up. It’s been a super fun challenge, and I hope you’ve learned a little something about me along the way.
Day 21: My Favorite Song
Favorite music is so subjective, isn’t it? I mean . . . favorite when?
- When someone ticks me off: The Game by Disturbed
- When I’m feeling suppressed by society: Beautiful People by Marilyn Manson
- When I’m cleaning: Tutti Frutti by Little Richard
- When I’m consuming an adult beverage(s): Have a Drink on Me by AC/DC
- When I’m on a road trip: American Pie by Don McLean
- When I’m celebrating my birthday: In da Club by 50 Cent
- When I’m feeling happy, like today . . .
Day 22: A Song That Someone Has Sung to Me
My mother used to sing to me all the time. She was always singing to someone; my dad, her parents, even the dog. And she made up the words when she didn’t know them, or sang la-la-la-lalala. We used to tease her about some of the words she made up. Sometimes she would throw in a little dance step, including some tap she learned as a little girl.
Squeaky-clean and snuggled into my pajamas, my mom would cuddle me up on her lap, sing me songs and recite nursery rhymes. I can remember night fall over the neighborhood out our big picture window and bouncing on her knee. Here is one of the songs she would sing. I don’t remember her singing the full song. Maybe she did, or maybe she only sang the chorus, but that is all I can remember.
Day 23: A Song That I Cannot Stand to Listen to
There are some sounds that simply drive me crazy.
- Styrofoam being rubbed together.
- Balloons being twisted until they squeak.
- Children screaming in a restaurant.
- Rubber foam being cut with a knife.
- A mosquito near my ear. In the dark.
- And this song . . .
Day 24: A Song that I have Danced to With My Best Friend
Well, here’s a stumper. I am so fortunate to have so many close and caring friends. How does one go about choosing the best? A best friend is the one I turn toward first when there is good news . . . or bad. A best friend is one who can dissolve my fears just by walking in the door. A best friend allows me to grow and sits back to see what I become.
Bubba and I aren’t found on the dance floor very often. We attend wedding receptions every now and then and dance, but I couldn’t tell you which songs have played. The last wedding we attended we didn’t dance at all. We ate cupcakes while everyone else was on the dance floor.
BUT . . . if we were going to dance, I think I would choose this song . . .