A Phish concert as self-care? I can hear you all snickering. Unless you know what fuels me, then you cannot begin to understand how amazing that concert was to my soul. Music is a part of my life. Certain bands help me connect to my pre-mom life. No band does that more than Phish. I saw my first concert right before my freshman year of college.
This year’s Phish concert was a gathering with my husband, my sister, and my brother-in-law. Serendipity was meeting a local Warrior Mom friend who I adore on my way to the bathroom. Karen is a gem and a total music junkie just like me.
I also got to make a new friend at the concert. I happened to see a note in a Facebook group of the Climb Out team leaders that a Warrior Mom was going to be at the Phish concert that weekend. I messaged her, and we became Facebook friends. We then exchanged phone numbers. My family members were dumbstruck that I was going to meet this woman I had never met in person before. I find that connection so difficult to explain. That sisterhood of those who have struggled is like no other. Amanda and I chatted for over an hour. She knows one of my dear friends, Andrea, so we bonded over the awesomeness of our amazing friend.
I danced like no one was watching me for the entire concert. Movement feeds my soul. I stopped dancing only to rest for a bit and to go the bathroom I felt so free and so alive. I was able to enjoy the evening without worrying about my girls. They were in the capable hands of their grandparents. The conversation, the dancing and the amazing company made this evening a memorable night.