Record Reconstructor

Dashboard! Eventually serendipity is going to stop delivering to me these ideas for topics and I might have to think about what I am going to write in advance like some kind of animal, but as long as the universe is going to keep suggesting topics, I'm going to keep following it's direction, if only because I love the path of least resistance. On Monday this week, I listened to my 200th album since I started doing this, and I deliberately stopped at 199 just before the Superbowl because I wanted to give some thought to what I would listen to as the digits ticked over to 200.  I even drove nearly two hours to Manchester listening to podcasts instead of music because I wasn't ready to commit to a 200th album choice.  By Monday morning, I had decided.  I've been putting off listening to Taylor Swift albums because I don't want to exhaust them all so early into the year;  as a special occasion, I would allow myself to listen to her most recent album, because she name ch...

  Dashboard!  I've spent a lot of my life asking myself, "what am I good at?".  Inferiority complexes and imposter syndrome are nothing new in the world, nor are they unique to me, but since childhood, I've always been around seemingly effortlessly talented people who can accomplish things I could never aspire to.  My father the spy/diplomat/musician with his speaking five languages and playing 20 different instruments, a talent that skipped me and passed to my sister, though we both got a similar dose of my families history of mental instability.  I know people who can sing, write, act, create amazing art, who are funnier, smarter, more analytical, confident and cooler than I am.  They're better cooks, tennis players, painters, and musicians than I, and a host of other hobbies I've dabbled in in the past.   All hope is not lost though.  The two things my near five decades have taught me are a decent talent for self-reflection (thank you, yea...