I have always loved music. One of the things that attracted me to my ex was his passion for music. When he left all the music stopped. And the color bled out of my world.
For the first month, the house was silent. I did not play music; I did not sing; the car was silent. I existed in some kind of grey silent foggy world.
Color made its way in first. Then slowly music - jazz at first since it had no memories. Followed by country because they do heartbreak best. Eventually, all the music I like began to color my work day and my evenings again. The house sings with music again. And sometimes I dance around the kitchen or living room for no real reason other than the music moves me.
Some things are still hard, like when we sing at church, and I remember how my ex's voice used to ring out in joy. But most of the time, I'm fine. I've got my Florence & the Machine, Shiny Toy Guns, Carly Simon and always Sting. I'm back to country because they have the best getting over it music.
Take-away - Someone once said life is what you make it. Always has been. Always will be. - Choose to make it yours.
(Soundtrack - Beyonce, To the Left; Carrie Underwood, Undo It; Dido, See You When You're 40)