Some have said cleanliness is next to godliness. Because experience is Life's great teacher, I tend to agree. After losing the last 2 and 1/2 years of my life (in it's electronic form: half of a book I was writing, over 7,000 music files/downloads, my fiendish photo hobby), I've been feeling an odd sense of release. Cleaned out, if you will. While I cried in front of the GeekSquad it was just in that moment I couldn't see it clearly, and since then I've had some time to reflect on this loss.
I heard a song today, it was a new song, and since hearing it I've become aware of things inside me -- things I never would have been aware of if I still had my old hard drive. I obtained all that music from old boyfriends, friends that proved all wrong for me, and from times in my life that I would rather forget. Those 7,000 files represented the "old man" in me.
More than that. I realized half of the music I listened to all the time, I DIDN'T LIKE. I'm finding there is a new person in me, the Emily that has actual taste to match her personality. I used to say that I listened to "everything." Usually if you say that it really means you don't listen to anything at all really, but in my case I was listening to EvERyTHinG. I would pride myself on the sole fact that I knew at least one line from the lyrics of every song ever written from the Glen Miller big band orchestra to Elvis Presley to Sting.
I've been on a quest in the last few hours to find music that really inspires me, that feeds my soul, the way that God created music to do. I'm finding that I'm harder to please than I expected, but it's encouraging to know that I won't have to download half of the music ever written all over again.