Don’t ask me why, but I spent much of today listening to the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack. I’m as surprised as you are.
I guess I’ve finally bored myself by repeatedly playing my jaunty little breakup playlists (‘This. Will. Not. Kill. Me’, ‘Trust your guts not the Irish’, and ‘J**** C**** I feel like S***’).
Beauty and the Beast. Ahhh. Memories.
When I was eleven, I was not cool.
Let’s be clear: I’m not cool now. But when I was eleven it suddenly became very important to be cool. Sadly, I did not get the memo. So, while other girls were pining over Take That, shopping in Tammy Girl and starting to hang out with boys, I was plastering my room in horse posters and making up dance routines to Disney soundtracks.
Beauty and the Beast was a favourite.
I still can’t listen to it without going over (frankly very happy) memories of jumping around my bedroom in something resembling a costume that I’d fashioned from my school gym kit and my sister’s hand-me-downs.
1993 was a simpler time. And listening to the music really improved my otherwise dark and gloomy mood today.
Yes, it also reminded me of watching movies with my ex’s niece. Which made me sad. That made me wonder how she is and if she ever asks about me. And if he’s explained what happened between us, and whether it makes any more sense to her than it did to me.
But I’ll never know.
What I do know is it’s impossible not to feel good when you listen to a song about dancing cutlery.
Maybe, just for today, I wanted a break from all these grown up problems. Maybe I wanted to escape to the days when the worst thing that happened was losing my homework diary or not making the netball team. Maybe I just wanted to remember a time when I was really, really happy.
Pizza of Doom 
Hahaha I love this. I might need to stream some Disney tunes in my office now. And remember… you’re never to old to dance around your house in costumes. Promise.
“You’re never too old to dance around your house in costumes.” True. Story.