I love Norah Jones. The sound of her voice is both soothing and sultry. To me, she is epitome of both a gorgeous classic voice and a gorgeously classic woman. Her lyrics are magic to me and I find myself lulled by her lyrics.

For the past month, until today, those songs just filled me with sadness because the majority of her music is about the joys and the burdens of love. Then, on the way home from my lunch date with Max, I had an epiphany. When I hear music that is love laden and sentimental, instead feeling this sadness over a guy that could not appreciate what he had while he was with me, I will think of the guy that will and can. It's sort of fun, visualizing this fabled person, as if he could possibly exist because my standards now seem impossibly high. It's still fun though, capable, loving, self-less, giving, honorable, truly independent and carefully intentional. Certainly this person exists somewhere and if not, that's ok too...until I happen upon that person, if I ever do, I'll gladly sing my heart out with Norah in my car and cry no more.