August Writing Challenge - Day 9 - Rhythm

Rhythm = music. Rhythm = life. Rhythm = me. I hear things in rhythm. If I need to remember something, I have to break it down into a pattern in my head. I tap my fingers to a slight beat when I'm thinking really hard about something. Even my walk has to be synchronized. How did I get this way? Well I grew up in the grand ole Church of God in Christ (COGIC) where music is a VERY important part of worship. On top of that, I was surrounded by family members who were musicians, including my own father. I had an ear, and talent for playing (piano, clarinet, trumpet), dancing, and singing but I just wasn't disciplined enough to sit down and learn formally. I would be good at it at first, but then get bored and be done with it. That might be changing soon, however (we'll see). The only thing I've technically had training and practice in throughout my life has been singing, and that's mostly because I had no choice but to sing in the choir since I could form words.

The thing about rhythm and music is that it's consistent. Even the most complicated artists find a flow in the chaos, and if you have a really good ear, you can follow and get with it. There's no better feeling than listening to a song that doesn't originally make sense to you, but once you catch the beat, it brings the piece to life in a whole different way. I love it. I live for it. I live it. So the next time you tease me about my "model walk" remember that my world is rhythm, and it flows from every part of me.

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