Some Days

On the occasional drive home from work I search the old ipod for a Dixie Chicks song entitled Some Days You Gotta Dance. I then proceed to crank up the volume on my thumpin sound system in the little Civic and sing along in a terribly loud, somewhat purposefully out of tune voice. Driving, listening, and singing is without a doubt freeing, but only one action appropriately accompanies a song of this magnitude.

Dancing. In a car. Car dancing.

It's one of my favorite things to do, and had you been on the road this afternoon you would have witnessed it for yourself. The Dixie Chicks and I had quite a lovely afternoon date as I drove to the store for ingredients to blend with my homemade yogurt (that's right...HOMEMADE YOGURT!!! so excited about this!) for the creation of chip dip.

On the way home from the store I left my date, however, and moved on to other singers. To be honest I don't actually know who they were. I just turned the dial to 92.5 and held on for the ride. Then I rolled the down the one window that still works, cranked up the feet heat, and proceeded to sing loudly and dance ridiculously all the way home...and even for a little bit after arriving at my humble abode.

Some days are really stressful.
Some days (like today) are totally carefree and satisfying.
Regardless of which day you are experiencing...please remember...

Some days ya just gotta dance!