Let me be clear, in no way am I a musician. I can not play a musical instrument, I do not sing (except for in the car where no one can hear me), I can not read music and I could not write a song that would be worth listening to if my life depended on it. I actually always wanted to learn to play piano, but my parents could never afford a piano or music lessons, so that dream was never actualized. :( Can you hear the world's smallest violin playing my song?
However, I don't believe that you have to be an actual musician to enjoy and love music. Music fills in the spaces in so many places. (I did not mean to rhyme there, it just happened.) Think of how boring it would be driving on a long car trip if there was no music. Or think of cleaning the house, having a party, movies, exercising, putting on makeup or weddings without it....BORING. There is nothing I enjoy more than walking my dog in the early morning with my Ipod buds in my ears playing some of my favorite songs. I do not think I would go on those walks if there was not music surrounding my thoughts.
In addition to making life more fun and enjoyable, music has the ability to influence one's mood. Think about a time when you were sad and you heard the perfect song and for some reason you felt a little better. I always think of the football players in high school who would blast Guns n' Roses' Welcome to the Jungle before the Friday night game. They would automatically feel excited and amped up to play. Their sudden adrenaline rush proves that music has the ability to actually elicit a physical response from our body. I have even listened to songs that have brought forth tears from very eyes. Remember, Tim Mcgraw's Don't Take the Girl? Come on, you know you cried too. I think the reason music moves us is because sometimes we hear a song and it reminds us that we are human and that we aren't alone with our feelings. The songs prove that there is someone else out there in this big world that has had the same experiences and can sympathize with our emotions.
In my infertility, there's a few songs that speak to me. For some reason, I don't know why, but Dave Matthew's Grey Street has always been one of my go to songs. Read the lyrics and maybe you'll understand. As cheesy as this is, two others that always get me is Rascal Flatt's Stand or I Won't Let Go. If you are infertile, listen to these songs, but I warn you, you will cry.
So despite infertility, I am still appreciative for the small stuff. Music only plays a trivial, minor role in my life, but really, don't all the small things add up?
"Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul." ~Unknown
The closest I will ever get to musically performing: Playing Rock Band.
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