For Christmas I gave my film-making husband a 12x18 Halloween (1978) poster signed by John Carpenter, one of his favorite directors. And he gave me the pair of quality wireless headphones that I asked for.
When he compared his new treasure to mine, he commented to his sister, “All I got her….” But he doesn’t understand what these headphones unlock for me and the richness they add almost daily to my life.
I am an early riser, regardless of the day of the week, and during the work week, I am up well before the sun, regardless of the season. On the weekends, I do sleep in comparative to my work day, but it is still early because I try to get up before my almost 3-year-old. It’s the only way to almost guarantee “me time.”
The only thing I really wanted for Christmas was those headphones, and I didn’t feel as guilty asking for them because I knew they would be marked down for the holidays. I was already looking forward to all of the things I was going to listen to after Dec. 25th.
While I think there are some random ear buds (probably more than one pair, actually) floating around the apartment, I hate those things for all the reasons. The fit. The battery life. The sound quality. Inconsistencies with Bluetooth pairing. Just forget it; I’ll do without.
I used to be an avid reader. But I just haven’t been able to physically do it since my daughter was born. It’s either time or the inability to stay awake long enough to make any significant progress. There are so many books I gave up on. Just forget it; I’ll do without.
But now that I have my shiny new headphones (parts of them actually do literally shine), I feel like so many doors are wide open, and I now have my own private (and comfortable) audio sanctuary. Audiobooks, podcast, music, and everything in between is now easily available.
In just 5 days, I am already 50% through a pretty meaty book (read by the author himself) and am excitedly making an “Up Next” list since this experiment seems to work. While I am aware that there is a snobbery/elitist debate to whether or not audio books are cheating, The headphones have given me a new freedom that I had forgotten about.
I am able to watch TV and actually hear it without both the fear of waking my sleeping daughter and the reliance on closed captioning (often with distracting typos). I’m listening to music as I write this, closing my eyes and feeling the timpani.
I know I probably sound like someone who has just “discovered” this century old invention, but they have allowed me to reconnect to a neglected part of my self. Maybe it’s the pandemic and the need to find space.
So I hope as I am able to bring up the latest book I’m “reading” or podcast or whatever, my husband will see how much I value the “all I got her….” gift.