A February Heartbeat...

 

It’s funny what love will make us do.  As we enter into February, I find myself doing something I haven’t done in over twenty-five years (by choice!). It involves being crammed into a space with strangers while listening to music I would never buy on my own.  I blame love. Love made me do something irrational.  Love made me leap before thinking.  Love made me forget sensibility.  This love is leading me away from the rest of my family.

This love is my daughter.  By the time you read these words, I will be in London fulfilling my daughter’s dream to see one of her favorite performers, Taylor Swift.  My 10 year old and I will board a Eurostar train and head out for one memorable night.  Leaving her dad and three sisters behind.  After checking into our hotel we have only two goals: to eat fish and chips and hear the young singer my daughter has admired since she learned to ride a bike.  I haven’t wanted to step into the world of big venue concerts since the Rubik’s cube and mullets.  I’m looking forward to watching my daughter inhale these lyrics live.  And if I’m lucky, my heart too, might skip a beat J

I'll write back next week.  I'm certain the Taylor Swift experience will offer inspiration.  What kind of inspiration is yet to be determined...