The Brady Bunch kids have one.
So does Mr. Ed. Even George and Weezie Jefferson have their own.
What? A theme song. You know, a signature song that tells your story or proclaims your future.
Well, it’s my opinion that you don’t have to have a TV show or live in a deluxe apartment in the sky to have a song. We all need one; something that gives you hope, makes you dance and focuses you back on the mission at hand: enjoying life.
A lot of times people give themselves a theme song without even intending to do so. They sing the same sad song over and over in their head: Whoa is me, I’ll never be anything Boo, hoo… life is so hard.
Today’s the day for a new song. You need something that reminds you that life – although filled with twists and turns, detours and stalls – will get better.
In my 20s, my theme song was the chorus of the G-rated version of “Who’s that Girl?” by Eve. I’d walk down the street humming the song to myself:
Who’s that girl???
La la la la La la la la
Marie’s that girl.
Instantly, I’d stand straighter and wear a little smirk because I knew what other people may not have known, I am THAT girl (who will succeed and live life to the fullest).
Years later, I updated my song to Jill Scott’s “Golden.”
I’m taking my freedom,
Pulling it off the shelf,
Putting it on my chain,
Wear it around my neck,
I’m taking my freedom,
Putting it in my car,
Wherever I choose to go,
It will take me far,
I’m livin’ my life like it’s golden…
These days, I’ve got a new song. It’s another Jill Scott ditty called “Blessed.”
I woke up in the morning feeling fresh to def
I’m so blessed yes, yes
I went to sleep stressed woke up refreshed
I’m so blessed yeah yes
Water in my face and everything is in it’s place peace of mind even my grace
I’m so blessed yes yes yes
When you’re stuck in traffic, sing your song. When your kids get sticky hands all over your dress, sing your song. Hubby’s working your nerves? Sing your song.
Life has pressures. Why not at least give yourself a song?
Happy singing.