Anybody else out there singing “Manic Monday” this morning? (Admit it, The Bangles rocked). I wouldn’t classify today as a manic Monday. I’m the usual tired and not quite ready to head back to work, but in terms of Mondays, this one is a pussycat. And yet, as I was blow drying my hair, out of nowhere came this blast from the past.
As soon as the song popped into my head, my mind journeyed back to sixth grade and Mrs. Tonn’s English class where I’m doing an end-of-year air band with Amy P., whom I haven’t thought of in years. Somehow there we were, our 11-year-old selves alive in my mind again.
It’s a weird phenomenon how we can travel back in time so quickly. Yesterday I finished a great memoir (“Why be happy when you could be normal?” by Jeannette Winterson) in which she talks about how time in the outer world is linear. But in our inner worlds, “events separated by years lie side by side imaginatively and emotionally.”
It’s a brilliant observation. And it’s why I could whip out my hairbrush this morning and play an air guitar with Amy P. while getting my daughter ready for school. Of course, it’s also why events of today can trigger childhood memories that take us by emotional surprise, but that’s a blog too heavy for a Monday morning.
So as you start the week I have two questions. First, what are you singing this morning? Second, do kids still play in air bands?