Music has this amazing ability to transport us back to our past; the highs and the lows, the never being asked to prom, winning a scholarship, not being one of the cool kids.
 
When I was in high school I sang in the choir, show choir, and madrigals. I was in every musical and play and I just knew one day I’d be on Broadway. There were two female singers in the 70s I absolutely adored. One of them was really cool, the other had the voice I wanted to have been born with.
 
Carole King’s Tapestry is still one of my favorite albums, I’m listening to it now, and she went on to have a prolific singer/songwriter career. But it wasn’t her voice I wanted to have. That honor belonged to a singer who died way too early in her career. Karen Carpenter.
 
Whenever I hear one particular song I think about not getting the lead in the musical that I had been so convinced would showcase my talent for all the school to see. Instead, I cried all the way home listening to Karen singing Rainy Days and Mondays as my friend tried and failed to console me.
 
This year seems like it’s nothing but Rainy Days and Mondays with all that’s going on, doesn’t it? So many tears, so much stress, so many disappointments.
 
But then I think of a Carole King song and I think it’s the one we need to focus on this year. Beautiful is on that same iconic album and the lyrics are important to take to heart. When I didn’t get the starring role in that show I was convinced it was because I was fat and awkward and brown. I was different. There was no doubt I had a better voice but I couldn’t dance for beans and still can’t. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t talented, it meant I was just different and not ready for that role.
 
I came to this doggy thing late in life. I certainly moved on from my high school days of angst and those feelings of not being as good as others. But in the last two-and-a-half of having Coconut I’ve learned that for every rainy day, every Monday, for every day when things don’t go as planned, I know that my dog thinks I’m beautiful. I am his moon and stars and anything his sweet little brain and personality can imagine. I am talented and beautiful and knowing he thinks that makes the worst day better.
 
Do yourself a favor and listen to Tapestry and you’ll feel better about whatever is getting you down. As will your dog.
 
I used to think that music was the most powerful thing out there for curing what ailed me. I stand corrected. It would seem that dogs are the cure but music is a very close second.
 
Beautiful
 
I have often asked myself the reason for sadness
In a world where tears are just a lullaby
If there’s any answer, maybe love can end the madness
Maybe not, oh, but we can only try
 
You’ve got to get up every morning
With a smile in your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes you will
That you’re beautiful
You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful as you feel