Right place, right time

… I can see a new horizon
Underneath the blazin’ sky
I’ll be where the eagle’s flyin’
Higher and higher
Gonna be your man in motion
All I need is a pair of wheels
Take me where my future’s lyin’

… I found myself in the right place at the right time this morning. Driving to work, I switched the radio on, and what should be starting exactly at that moment? St Elmo’s Fire, by John Parr. I’ve not heard it in at least a hundred years. It took me back. I loved every second of it! I would have sung along if I could – but I didn’t remember the words – so my fellow motorists had to put up with me ‘rock-bopping’ behind my wheel. Well, I was rock-bopping internally, and was thoroughly enjoying myself. I was smiling. Driving to work, on a Monday morning. Smiling. Just after 8am (OK 8.15 – I was running late!) and smiling. I’ve not experienced that for a while.

In the midst of all the merriment, I had completely lost track of where I was. I was driving safely, I hasten to add – dancing internally allows safe driving if you’re an experienced car dancer, as I am. Somehow, I don’t know how, I arrived at work on time. To be honest, I do know how. I wasn’t thinking about running late. What you think about, you bring about, remember? I was thinking about feeling good – and I was certainly bringing that about!

The last time I had experienced a mini disco moment in my car, was when I was dancing to Shakespeare’s Sister. I was actually singing along to that song, so was giving a full on performance… which did attract the attention of other motorists. I was beeped at – and I knew that the other driver just wanted to join in. I’ve written about that experience in an earlier post, if my memory serves me right.

OK. Work this morning was fine. It could have been rubbish, but I was humming St Elmo’s Fire all morning, so it didn’t matter. I got my job done, and soon it was lunchtime. I got into my car, and switched the radio on… at the exact moment one of the shopkeepers I know was being interviewed on the local radio station. I recognised her voice instantly. I could have missed the interview… but didn’t.

Driving back to work, I switched the radio on again. At the time another song was starting. Another favourite of mine, that also reminds me of good times from the past:

I sit and wait
does an angel contemplate my fate
and do they know
the places where we go
when we’re grey and old
’cos I’ve been told
that salvation lets their wings unfold
so when I’m lying in my bed
thoughts running through my head
and I feel that love is dead
I’m loving angels instead

… That’s right, Angels by Robbie Williams. This song reminds me of a time in my previous job where a group of us were put together to provide training for a new centre. We didn’t know each other, yet had to work well together. In the evening, we would hit the bars and would all have a group hug-dance to this song at the end of the night. Every night. We must have looked a sight… but it was fun. And we bonded!

Work this afternoon: Good. I like feeling good… I may have mentioned that occasionally. The time flew by, and it was soon home time. I got into my car. Switched my radio on. And… adverts. Ah well, never mind. And then…

You don’t have to feel like a waste of space
You’re original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow
Maybe your reason why all the doors are closed
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road

… Katy Perry’s Firework. I think this has become my absolute favourite record at the moment. I think I’ve mentioned this before, too.

So, four journeys. Four times the radio has provided me with something I was obviously meant to hear at that time. Four ‘stepping stones’ that helped me to keep hold of my feel good feeling all day. And possibly four messages for me too. I can’t really remember the interview, so I’ll say three messages, which, could mean:

New horizons where I can let my wings unfold, will be there when I open closed doors and step out on my perfect road.

I’m on that perfect road already. However, I’m always grateful for any reminder!

8 thoughts on “Right place, right time

  1. What a fantastic, up-beat read. I bet you felt great writing it.
    Reading this has cheered me up no end, thanks Aquatom 😉

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  2. What a brilliant Monday you’ve had! I now have St Elmo’s fire in my head, so some of yours (And John Parr’s) good feeling has been passed on!

    Your experienced car dancer comment made me laugh! I’ll keep an eye out on the way to work tomorrow to see if I can spot any other experienced car dancers on my way in! Sounds like a good game to pass the time stuck in rush hour traffic!

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    • Oh, please help yourself to some feel good feelings, Bethan, I like to share! And as Mondays go… it was a pretty good one!

      I hope you spot some car dancers, but beware… it is quite contagious. Before you know it, you’ll be doing it yourself! 😀

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  3. !oh! aquatom1968 – the flow, the groove, the falling away of directed action and wants and just giving it to the universe! man, wu wei, wu wei!

    loved this post – wonderful that you had this kind of day and on a Monday!! sometimes the universe loves us back, doesn’t it. what a pleasure, what a joy to read!

    thanks.

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  4. A car dancer eh?… There must be a certain ‘look’ on the face as you’re dancing internally (I mistyped and the keyboard came up with…ceratin!! I have discovered a new word for car drive dancing…it’s ceratining!!) …anyhow…
    you’ve had a perfect day…I’m glad we’ve spent with you…. (hang on aren’t they song lyrics? Nah…*cough* ) xPenx

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    • I’ve performed that song in public once Pen. I thought I sounded very good… and that’s all I’m saying on the matter.

      I’ve had to look up ceratin in the dictionary (my keyboard has come up with certain… what are these keyboards like?) and it refers to hair. And yes, I do swing my hair around when I’m dancing internally in the car. I couldn’t tell you about my facial expression, however, but I am smiling. And this whole paragraph sounds wrong. Apologies, and all…

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