By Carey Davidson
What’s your soundtrack on this rainy Monday? Here Comes the Sun? Or are you in more of a Just Another Manic Monday kind of mood?
I can’t recall a time when I didn’t imagine soundtracks for the scenes that made up certain experiences in my life. Scenes of loss and love, resolution and timidity, faith and disbelief were accentuated with instrumentals that bestowed each moment with vitality and poignancy. As a kid growing up in Memphis I punctuated these key experiences with music that would portray that perfect balance of emotion, grit, inspiration and wonder, an aspiring Stephanie Spielberg!
One of my favorite soundtracks was the:
driving on the highway in the back seat of the car, my pensive stare imbued with marvelous thoughts of endless possibilities like actresses in movies do.
And then there was the soundtrack for:
I am smarter than my parents and their misguided judgments as I stomp off loudly and sit alone festering in my room.
And my all-time favorite soundtrack was:
best friends hanging out eating chocolate chip cookie dough and thumbing through the latest and greatest in the Seventeen magazine while everything was perfect in the world.
Some childhood movie scenes and their music are irrevocably intertwined in my mind. Like If You Were Here that plays at the end of Sixteen Candles when Samantha Baker sees Jake Ryan leaning on his red Porsche convertible, Holiday Road in National Lampoons Vacation, Oh Yeah and the Ferrari scene in Ferris Buellers Day Off and Don’t You Forget About Me in the final scene of The Breakfast Club.
There was a vulnerable, yet subtly powerful awareness of my self-worth that accompanied the creation of my personal soundtracks, which is where my Tournesol Truth comes in today.
The powerful presence of my soundtracks was lost to me when I felt fear. When I felt the fear of not fitting in there was no music. When I felt the fear of rejection, or of being called on in class when I was unprepared to answer, there was no music.
Fear took up too much space for music. Fear ruined possibility and absorbed energy that could have otherwise become potential and romance and creativity and determination. Inspiration can’t thrive where fear lives.
Tournesol Truth #2: Fear Makes Grace, Grit and Power Impossible
Maybe there’s a soundtrack you can carry in your back pocket for when fear tries to trickle in, for when fear tries to make you question your resolve to live your dream and push the limits of your potential.
Today my soundtrack is Take Me To Church by Hozier because it makes me think about my 18 year old daughter who just went off to volunteer in a group home for the blind and is choosing fearlessness. She sang that song to me one night last year and killed it.
Drop me an email with your fearlessness soundtrack. Maybe we’ll play it here at Tournesol.