Radio. An assortment of music I had no control over. Music that spanned over the years and subconsciously took me back to moments in time long forgotten. I even found myself singing a little bit.
I thought thoughts I hadn't thought for a very long time. Wistful little memories I could barely hold onto. Thoughts of someone I hadn't spoken to for a very long time.
I puttered in the kitchen doing baking/cooking/prepping kinds of things for hours on end. I had no burning desire to leave the kitchen because the other items on my perpetual to-do-list were less intriguing.
Music kept me motivated, kept my spirits light and breezy. I didn't dance. But I did sing. It's a step in the right direction.
My future self will be very pleased:
Treats, sweets, meals and veggies prepped to make life simpler.
And it didn't hurt a bit.
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