By now, you’ve probably heard Walk The Moon’s latest hit, “One Foot,” playing over the airwaves since it was released late last year. I know that it tends to play once a day in the office, and I kind of wonder how much it gets on my co-workers’ nerves as I try my darnedest not to dance in my chair or as I’m heading into the kitchen to grab more water or hot tea. But from the first moment I heard the song back in November, I was in love with the music – the earth-shaking tribal drum beats in the chorus, the invigorating chords, the inspirational words. It was perfect for me, and it still is.
If you’ve been keeping up with my blog, you might have read that I’ve been battling some health problems. While I’m definitely on the up-swing and am much, much better than where I was, I’m still having difficulty driving and am enduring 40+ minutes of public trans for work. It’s a long story, but in a nutshell, I’m usually peachy-keen on the bus ride into work, but for whatever reason, the ride home freaks me out. It’s probably because the bus is more crowded (I almost always have to share a seat) and there’s more traffic. I know I struggle with anxiety, but unless I’m really ill (read: incredibly dizzy and nauseous from vertigo), I’m able to distract myself by writing or reading manga or fiction.
I also rely heavily on music to help me get through the day. Typically, I try listening to something motivational, something upbeat, something that will give me confidence and help me feel invincible. There’s a lot of Phil Collins, Genesis, Steve Hackett, Peter Gabriel, The Boxer Rebellion, Simon Collins, Years & Years, and, yes, Walk The Moon songs hanging around on my playlist.
The day I discovered this new song, I had been feeling very dizzy and nervous at work. But then I found “One Foot” on YouTube, along with the awesome video they created during the 2017 eclipse. As soon as I listened to these words, I was hit with positive imagery and felt a little stronger:
“Cross my heart and hope to die,
Taking this one step at a time.
Got your back if you’ve got mine,
One foot in front of the other.”
Before I left for the bus downtown, I wrote “ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER” on my right hand and ran toward the train to help me find the bus. Once the bus ambled up to the sidewalk and let us all on, I pulled up the video and played it the whole time. I had felt so much better. I hopped off 50 minutes later and jumped into my car to head home, humming the melody for the rest of the night.
Once again today, I needed to be brave. After some impromptu and much-needed love and encouragement from my little brother, I popped in my earbuds, bundled up, and strode toward the train, walking in time to “One Foot.” As I waited for the train, the street lights downtown blinked on, and I found myself gazing skyward, taking in the beautiful architecture and the cerulean sky as clouds threatened from the west. Suddenly, I felt so small. I felt my problems and anxieties become like ants, tiny and insignificant in such a huge and wonderful world. I let the imagery that the song conjured flood my mind – watching the eclipse and witnessing so much amazing beauty that August day, walking side-by-side with my husband and little brother, the fierce look in their eyes as they would encourage me, saying, “One foot in front of the other!” The unending cadence in my life. The very phrase that helps me get up and keep fighting no matter how many setbacks I have. It’s one of the things that propels me forward when all I want to do is lie down and give up.
Walk The Moon is coming into town in a few short weeks. As crazy as it sounds, I wanted to create something that would capture this feeling in my heart and somehow give it to them, or at least show it to them, but I just can’t get it right. I want to tell them how much this song and many of their other songs have helped me fight my demons and hardships. But it probably won’t happen. Instead, I’ll try to let go of my worries for the night and lose myself in their music, whether I’m swaying to the music in the balcony with my husband and friends or if I’m somehow dancing like a madwoman in the pit by the stage. Either way, I’m really looking forward to the concert and can’t wait to hear my anthem played live. I can’t wait to feel it radiate through my bones, pulsate in my ears, and permeate my entire being.