but I’ve been listening to Johnny Cash all morning. Don’t tell my husband, or best friend. I may, or may not, have said some pretty strong words about country music, over the years. They are both country music listeners.
Isn’t it funny when we do unexpected things? I just started craving Johnny Cash music this morning. For no apparent reason, he just seemed like the right mood. He was! He was the perfect soundtrack for my coffee sipping and oatmeal eating. Wouldn’t it be awful if I didn’t give myself the room to enjoy country music every once and a while?
It makes me wonder if there are other areas I’m not allowing myself to explore and enjoy. Maybe I should give Brussels sprouts another try?
Just in case you need a little Johnny too: