I search my playlist for something upbeat. I need something to transcend the monotony of the daily routine. I scan for a soundtrack to imitate the spices I am adding to my potatoes.
“This Kitchen is for Dancing”. The sign hangs over my head.
I haven’t felt like dancing much lately. Too much routine, too much introverted space. I am worn down by the lapping of my days. At first it was a soothing tide: coming in, going out, coming in, going out. But the sound has started to grate on me. It is like a child repeating “Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom” or an annoying commercial jingle stuck in my head.
I need something dynamic. I cannot listen to another lapping wave. Give me some bass, some drumbeats, some sweet guitar licks. I need a new song.
I dash paprika and turmeric onto the potatoes and my foot starts tapping.