In true social media nerd enthusiast fashion, I’ve decided to participate in Throwback Thursday (or #tbt for all you savvy people out there) in the blogosphere.  I present to you Kelly Clarkson’s Behind These Hazel Eyes.

This song has been on my mind all week.  Why, you ask?  It’s simple.  The weather forecast.  It is presently mid-March and Chicago has snow in the forecast today.  When I left for work yesterday morning, it was in the 20s.  To those of you who are oblivious have missed previous weather ranting posts of mine or have never met me, winter and I do not mesh.  We don’t even glance at each other in a friendly manner.  (I promise that having the weather forecast as an explanation as to why this is the perfect throwback Thursday number is actually legitimate.)

In highschool, I was a member of our dance team.  While I wouldn’t change that for the world, the outdoor summer practices from 7am-10am throughout June and July weren’t a favorite.  Summer was a time to sleep in, not a time to stand in a kick line and practice high kicks on the track in 80 degree weather.   For us, though, it was.  And as much as I prefer a life without mornings, I was always there.  And, at the end of practice, I always walked to my car quickly so I could get home, relax, and generally eat a box of white cheddar mac and cheese. (Generally? Who am I kidding? I always at a box of white cheddar mac and cheese after practice which, now that I think about it, is kind of gross.)

The drive home from school wasn’t a long one, but I couldn’t bear the thought of 5 minutes in the car with heinous music playing.  And so, Kelly Clarkson’s album “Breakaway” became my life soundtrack, and Behind These Hazel Eyes became my anthem.  How 16-year-old girl of me.  No, I didn’t feel as though someone swallowed me and spit me out; I wasn’t torn to pieces and I’m sure someone understood what was going on behind my hazel eyes.  Sure, certain lyrics spoke to me but as a whole, I think I just enjoyed putting on my sunglasses, screaming the lyrics and speeding home.   I’m getting a little nauseous at how cliché I sound.

So there you have it.  The weather forecast led me to Behind These Hazel Eyes.  It made me crave summer more than ever, and a summer memory from a few years past (no need to count how many) came flying back to me.  I’m glad it did.