My taste in music is fairly broad and a little eclectic. Lately I seem to go through phases. I’ll get stuck in a Punk kind of mood and listen to nothing but. Then I’ll switch to Folk music and temporarily burn myself out on Mumford & Sons and Peter, Paul and Mary or The Irish Rovers. I’ve even co-opted a little of Josh’s Heavy Metal for my stash and will listen to that now and again. I blame (in the very best way possible) my dad for this.
My dad also had fairly diverse taste in music. I grew up listening to Country, Folk, old Rock & Roll. And from Mom I got Barbara Streisand and Barry Manilow – whatever they’d be considered. We liked what we liked and we listened to a little of everything at the house.
Right now I’m in the midst of a Country phase. The CD in the jeep’s stereo right now is Garth Brooks and this morning I heard this on my way to work…
…and it really got me thinking about my parents. They have always encouraged me to dream big (it doesn’t cost extra, why not?) and to go after what I wanted. I was told as a very young girl that I could be and do anything I wanted to, if I wanted it bad enough and was willing to work hard. Their unconditional love and support, and that constant encouragement that I could do anything, got me through the very worst times in my life so far.
Even if Country music isn’t your thing I’d encourage you to listen to this one. The message is phenomenal. And so are you. You really can do anything you want to. I believe in you.