Theme Song

I've heard that as a person ages, they get more of a "I don't care what anyone thinks" attitude.  From what I've read, for many women that comes around age 40 and while I'm just shy of 35, I think I'm just about there.  I've gotten to where I really don't care what others think about my not fixing my hair or wearing makeup six out of every seven days.  I don't care that I'm the only minivan-driving mom in the neighborhood who doesn't like for her kids to listen to cheesy children's music (Sydney's current favorite group is ABBA).  And I don't care if others think I'm weird for having kids who read food labels and talk amongst themselves about why limiting their sugar intake is a good thing.  In fact, I'm kinda proud of that one.

In the spirit of not caring what others think (about most things anyway), I have a new theme song.  What?  You don't have a theme song?  I highly recommend it.  It's actually kind of empowering to have a theme song, especially when it comes on the radio and you think the singer is singing it just for you.  You might find yourself dancing around the house belting out the lyrics right along with the radio (look - another thing I don't care that you know about me!).  Anyway, here it is:

Ryan and I went to see Sara Bareilles in concert a couple of weeks ago, and boy, she can sing.  She's not one of those singers who has to have her voice re-engineered by some sound tech after she's recorded a song (I'm lookin' at you, Taylor Swift).  She has a fabulous set of pipes and as great as the song is on the radio, it was ten times better in person.  No, I didn't get up and dance around while she sang it.  But I did feel like she was singing it just for me.  Well, maybe not for me.  But I'm pretty sure she was singing it for all of us who really don't care what others think anymore.