I’m currently sitting in the library in a small town about 10 minutes away from my house. Next to me is my dear friend, Melody, who herself is a librarian in a neighboring town. She’s scribbling away in her notebook while I notice that it is EXTREMELY quiet in here. I get it, it’s a library, but it’s almost a little TOO awkward how everyone whispers constantly.
I mean, people put their books down quietly. They turn the pages quietly. They WALK quietly. It’s as if the library itself has secret muffling powers.
Oddly enough, it bothers me. I’m a loud person in almost everything I do. I’m the kind of person who walks into a room and immediately interrupts or disrupts whatever is happening. The Bible says “The meek shall inherit the earth.” I’ve already realized that I will definitely not be inheriting a rock.
All that to be said, that I am so thankful to be able to pop in my headphones and listen to music. Not just any music, mind you. I’m talking about a perfectly crafted playlist of about 5 or 6 unique songs that have been carefully selected and placed in a highly specific order. Who would go to all that trouble to do such a thing? Austin Plott. Formerly mentioned in previous posts as the husband to Danie Plott, the friend I visited in Texas.
Each month, Austin releases a playlist that he has artistically assembled. January 2nd rolled around and I was barking at him to send me the link to his newest masterpiece. He, of course, replied with a witty comment and the sought after link.