Hair down, head banging, beer in hand. The best part? No one knew that less than two hours previously, I was wiping butts and pouring bottles.
Christina Montoya Fiedler: I just got home from an amazing concert. Pearl Jam. Row eight. They're my absolute favorite band. It's one of the first things that my husband and I bonded about when we were dating.
I rocked out with the best of them. Hair down, head banging, beer in hand. The best part? No one knew that less than two hours previously, I was wiping butts and pouring bottles. Don't get me wrong, I love being a mom, but for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was back in my own skin.
I felt a bit like Clark Kent. Mild-mannered mom by day, hot rocker chick by night. I relished the slight ringing in my ears the next morning as I poured my morning cup of joe. Voice still hoarse from screaming with the rest of the fans. Yet, I was back to my old gig of cleaning and making breakfast for the family. It didn't matter. I was recharged! I then realized how important it is to take time out for my favorite activities. No excuses. Tending to my own needs is just as important as tending to others. It isn't selfish, it is right.
The lesson? It's important to continue doing what makes you, you. In my case, it's going to concerts. I have another one planned this weekend. We're seeing a great indie folk rocker by the name of Elvis Perkins. Live music is a cure-all for me that keeps me going, and awakens my spirit, leaving me fresh and revived for whatever might come next in my busy life.
As you read this, I'm sure you're thinking of one special thing that makes you, you. So, what is it?
|Christina Montoya Fiedler resides in Los Angeles, CA, with husband Andy and her son Joseph. She juggles baby and work from home as a freelance publicist and attributes her strong love for life and sense of humor to her loving familia.|