Lately my life has been very Grey's Anatomy.

Hold it. Not in the whole "Oh! I'm a pretty doctor who's dating another pretty doctor or pretending that my boyfriend's hand isn't broken so he can't do surgery or let's dig in to someone's liver!"

I'm talking about music. Even if you don't watch the show, they set every scene to really fantastic music that makes the moment seem even more spectacular.
I have been setting my life to music.
See, this isn't new. I've always imagined my life with a soundtrack. But, lately, the soundtrack has been following me everywhere.

PICTURE IT:
It's night and I am walking. The pavement is freshly wet from a quick rain. The reflections of street lights and restaurant neon signs reflect in the puddles. I have a warm coat wrapped around me with my hands in the pockets. As I round the corner only two blocks from my apartment I see a couple holding hands. They have their fingers wrapped in to each others like a corset and they are briskly walking. I skim around them keeping my eyes straight ahead with hands still in pockets. But really thinking about how everything still stays the same even if it's not the same for you.

PAUSE.

I don't necessarily need an ipod in my ears to feel this music. Sometimes, it all just pops in to my head. Or sometimes it's as if a store or a bar or a restaurant knows that I am stepping in to the place.

PICTURE IT: The other night I walk in to a local bar to meet my good friend for a glass of wine. On the way there I had spent the majority of time thinking about how everything moves too fast. It's the holidays and it's winter and holy shit I am twenty-five.

I enter the bar and this song plays as I skim the place looking for my blond friend who's leaning against an exposed brick wall. She smiles and waves runs up to me to give me a huge hug and we start filling each other in with all the stuff that is keeping our lives full. There are people loudly chatting. There are people sipping. Laughing. Kissing. Smiling. Hanging. Everything that had been on my mind slowly disappears.

PAUSE.

It's not that I have no life. I'd like to think I have a great life. It's just sometimes life and all it's moments--big or small--seem to call for a bit of ambiance.

Even those times when I'm alone in bed and falling asleep after a long day.

I can lay there. The glow of the alley seeps through the blinds. My eyes are heavy. But I'm still thinking. That's what I seem to do a lot these days. Think. And thinking is so much easier when it comes with music.

And sometimes you can step out of yourself, especially when it's a fantastic song. You can watch from the sidelines. Look at yourself as if you were a show. It's easier to go through things when it's not really you going through it.