Lovers like to claim a song as their own, a symbol of their passion. This never worked for me – the only partner who declared a song ours – “Love Lifts Us Up Where We Belong” – dropped me shortly after.

I dated a con-man once who dubbed “La Vida Loca” as my theme song. I never knew why, but in retrospect assume it was a warning.

The best theme songs are the one’s that resonate. Post divorce, when all seemed too hard, it was Jimmy Eat World who kept me going with his song “The Middle”.

Later, when Ric and I married and I’d returned to school to get my Bachelor of Education, “Unwell” by Matchbox 20 seemed to define the moment well, especially the lines: “I’m not crazy; I’m just a little unwell. I know right now you can’t tell.”

Let’s have a little fun this week, discovering our current theme song. Post a video, lyrics, or write your own.

Look forward to your responses. To participate just create a post and then link back here.

“Don’t worry Grandma; I can go at a sloth’s pace!” my granddaughter once reassured me when I confessed that I can’t keep up.

So, I’m a sloth. I like to think I’m more of an old tortoise: lumbering but steady. There was a time when I was the hare: fast, but not always winning the race.

Pacing, chronic illness has taught me, is the secret to making the most out of life.

When I look what is happening in the world, I am discouraged by how slow we are, societally, to embrace change, but maybe even in this there is a pace: a rhythm that makes sense.

This week, think about how pace affects your life.

I look forward to your responses.