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I'd been writing this week's post in my head for a few days. It's Easter and, once again, it seems like the powers that be have conspired to make this yet another gift-giving holiday. I'm sort of opposed to manufacturing reasons to give gifts and I'd intended to make this a mini diatribe about how we don't need more reasons to buy crappy toys that'll be forgotten in a week.
But then I knocked off work a little early on Thursday and caught a bus home in time to grab the car and pick the kid up from school. I downloaded (legally, I'll point out) a few albums I'd been meaning to grab for a few weeks/months this week, and as I sat on the bus, sun streaming through the windows, blasting some good music, I was overcome with a wave of . . . something.
I won't pretend it was an epiphany. Jeebus knows I'll get myself worked into a lather about some frustration or perceived injustice again soon—probably before the weekend's over.
But in that moment—listening to music I really enjoy and thinking about picking my daughter up to start our four days off together—I just didn't have it in me to care too much about presents that may or may not be given to her this weekend.
It's amazing what a good song can do, isn't it?
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