Happy Dance

I was in an utterly fantastic mood walking home from work today.

I don't know if it was the utterly fantastic weather that greeted me as I left my dungeon like office for the day or the utterly fantastic song that I was listening to (Blues Traveler's "Just For Me") but whatever the reason I was in an uttlery fantastic mood.

Today it FINALLY FELT LIKE SPRING! The sun was shining warmly and the wind, for the first time this year, was not cold and biting. That alone is probably enough to put a smile on my face.

But the song... "Just For Me" isn't a new song, but it's new to me; I discovered it about a week ago, hidden amonst all the Blues Traveler songs I have and ever since the first time I've heard it, it never fails to make me smile. Not to mention make me want to sing along to it - which is never the best thing to be doing as you walk home from work - behaviour aberrant enough to get you locked up somewhere for a day or two.

The other great thing about the song is it's rhythm, which makes me want to dance - which is, I suppose, both a blessing and a curse; though it makes me happy enough to dance, to actually put it into practice could also end in "special attention". Since my dancing best resembles a vertal epileptic fit. Before you know it, I would be collected by a pair of charming paramedics and whisked off to "somewhere safe".

Further evidence of my musical insanity is that, so enraptured by the song, I played it for the entire 20 minute walk home (and for a three minute song, that's a fair number of repeats).

All this said, I think the song actually helps me keep my sanity - after all isn't it best to often do that which makes you happy? I know if I listen to the song, I will tire of it - too much of a good thing is still too much (I wish I could take that tact with chocolate).

With what is HOPEFULLY the final arrival of Spring, and the reactive abating of cabin fever, my mood may be improving a bit without the need of musical marajuana, but I'll still toke a bit, and in the privacy of my own apartment, I will do my happy dance - no medical professionals need respond.