Music lovers around the globe were knocked to their knees with last week’s tragic news of Prince’s untimely death. I was no exception.
Fittingly, I mourned Prince’s death – and celebrated his life – by listening and dancing to all of my Prince favorites a few times over. “Take Me With You” is currently on rotation in my mind.
Prince was a creative genius, always on the edge of something new.
But it’s funny, though, because each Facebook tribute I read harkened nostalgia for another time. Whether it was the time that someone saw him in concert, a period of time in a person’s life, or even a time of sexual awakening.
As for many others, Prince’s death propelled me to the past. And the past this sad news brought me to was a time when I was mostly just envisioning the future. Yes, Prince was the purple knight of my college soundtrack.
The death of Prince put me back in touch with my college roommates and to a time when I was in a huge rush to take my first step on the colossal corporate ladder.
In my reminiscing, oh how I longed to experience those days of college again, even if only for a few hours (albeit armed with some of my more important life lessons).
Then, the day after Prince died, my son turned 11… and I found myself longing for the days of my son’s infancy, his toddler strutting, his precious kindergarten bruised knees, and mostly, to the time when the sun rose and set with his mommy… me. As I watched my beautiful son blow out his birthday candles, I looked at my newly crowned tween and remembered that this time, too, is a time that I will long for one day. And that slapped me into the present.
I must enjoy this time now.
In his death, Prince somehow helped me understand the importance of experiencing the here and now.
And living each day as though it is my first.