While I am not a fan of professional wrestling, the one thing that I do admire is the ability to choose a perfect “entrance theme.”
You can’t help but to get pumped up when that music starts, waiting in anticipation as the key players approach the ring.
Everyone should have theme music to their lives, to highlight the big events and heck, even some of the small ones.
Every night around 7 p.m. I feel my psyche change from mild-mannered girl into a supercharged badass.
The 12-hour graveyard shift in the ER can be brutal, and it requires a fair amount of getting into character.
As soon as those sliding doors open and I step onto the MRSA-infected floors, the opening chords of Nazareth’s "Hair of the Dog” begin playing in my head.
You know the one, sing along with me will ya?
"Heart breaker, soul shaker
I’ve been told about you
Steamroller, midnight stroller
What they’ve been saying must be true
Red hot mama
Times come to pay your dues
Now you’re messin' with a
A son of a bitch"