My thoughts on...Enya and chamomile

Growing up, I was a very anxious child.

In high school it wore off a bit, but it came back full force when I hit 20.

When I think back to what I enjoyed when I was little or what calmed me down, they are still the things that work today.

My most vivid memories are of our old house on a spring day, opening the windows and letting the sunshine in. I was 8, and whenever springtime rolled around, my worries melted away like the snow outside my window.

My mom always played Enya when we cleaned up the house. And when we were all done, and the house was shiny and bright, we would relax and listen to Enya and drink some chamomile tea.

I rediscovered both Enya and chamomile over the past couple of days, and it immediately brought me back to all those years ago.

And I think Enya gets a bad rap, but nothing has gotten me through more tests, friend drama, heartbreaks, bouts of stomach flu or days spent worrying about being a grown-up than Enya.
Seriously, for 14 years now, one CD has been my musical Xanax.

So today, when things got crazy at work and I had atrocious cramps, I brewed up a cup of tea, put on my headphones, and dreamed of sunshine.