happiness

Grown up things and changes

Like a lot of us, I woke up this morning to the news that David Bowie had died.  In my morning stupor I thought about how I felt about that news.  I wouldn’t have described myself as his biggest fan, but you can’t be a product of my generation and not have had him have some kind of influence on your life. At least musically speaking.

The song of his that really spoke to me in my angst filled teen years was Changes. Although the song is as old as I am, the first time I heard it I was 14, living at a boarding school on Vancouver Island, and trying to figure out what it meant to be me. Putting a few hundred hormonal, confused teens together made adolescence seem even more intense, and we were full of changes. Of course since the Breakfast Club played every single weekend in at least one of the dorms, this:

   

pretty much became a part of our DNA by the end of the year. It was a song I came back to over and over through my teens, and then kind of got folded away in a corner memory box in my 20s and 30s. Something happened when I was in my 40s and started once again questioning who I am and how I want to live my life. Suddenly the song started playing in my consciousness again. That and my mantra song Don’t Stop Believin’.  I had a happiness moment as I listened to all the Bowie songs on the radio this morning and sat with all the memories they brought back. 

The reason I spent so much time driving this morning (and therefore could listen to the Bowie tribute) was because I was enroute for an annual adult activity (not that kind). Last year around this time I was standing in the bathroom, fresh out of the shower, drying myself wth an old spongebob towel. I decided then and there that since I was an adult and could do some things that made me feel happier and more pampered, I would purchase one new bath towel for myself every single year

This year I went to Homesense and bought myself a wonderfully soft Egyptian cotton towel. All for the big ticket price of $9.99. I am ridiculously happy about my new towel. 

 

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