I woke up this morning with an earworm of the song Let It Go from the movie Frozen.
That song gets a lot of grief, probably because an entire generation of youngsters obsessively wanted (wants) it played and sang (sings) it all day, all night, in the car, at breakfast, before bed, anytime, anywhere. When I was a youngster, it was Tomorrow from the musical Annie. It’s a Thing, this childhood attachment to a song. Kids do it, parents tolerate it.
Anyway. Let It Go. I love that song. My children weren’t of the age to be interested in the movie when it became popular, so I avoided the nonstop version. I’ve been able to enjoy it on my own terms.
Perhaps because I see a bit of myself in the story, I sometimes get emotional when listening to it. For sure, it’s a winner choice when I’m driving down the highway, alone, and I want a boost of energy or just feel like belting out a tune. Crank up the volume, let Elsa lead the way, and sing at the top of my lungs. It’s like a shot of espresso at 65 mph.
Sometimes, my morning earworms are annoying. Today’s earworm is appreciated. Here’s to all of us who can use a little blast of winter courage on this hot summer day.