Sunday’s Song

“Love is what we’re born with. Fear is what we learn.”

I realized over this past week that everybody I know seems to be letting someone/something get the best of them. It’s usually someone who has hurt them or something that is going to (i.e. addiction). Why do we do that? Why don’t we just let sleeping dogs lie? Why do we let us stop us from moving forward? People are desperate for connection at our most “connected” point in the human species. Perhaps, in our desperation, we don’t realize that we make self-fulfilling prophecies that let these people/things continually hurt us, alter us, our relationships, our decisions; the connections we desire and all of it needs to stop.

The one thing we can do to improve the value of our relationships: Vulnerability.

Let me ask: Is someone getting the best of you?

Is it time to let it go?

Sunday’s Song

I’m always trying to do and say the right things, yet somehow constantly coming up short in others eyes. I know, logically, that I can not make everyone happy, even with the best intentions. Yet, whenever I deem somebody to be upset about things (that have absolutely no bearing on me) I try time and time again to “fix” it.

I must learn the subtle art of not giving a fuck. Literally, I could care less. It appears to work out better for those who care less. Well … the others appear alive and fulfilled, but they are the walking dead. They’ve gone numb for self-preservation’s sake. They can’t see or hear you.

This means all the sugar I was spoon fed through my church upbringing is what now makes me sick. Being told to do unto others as you would do unto yourself (or is it: as you would have others do to you?) in principle, is lovely. Out here in the hard knock life, the reality is quite the opposite though. Everybody is looking for real and nobody is bringing real to the table. The most socially acceptable and fashionable means of intimacy is sexual, but sex does not equal love; and it does not quench our soul’s deep thirst for connection.

We’re left with sadness, feeling incomplete. Those feelings are valid;

And also, I am done with them.

Things my kids say

My two teenagers have taken to singing “I’ll Be There For You” by The Rembrandts (or the Friends theme song) everytime something goes wrong and Im at wit’s end. 

Grocery bag splits open, spilling groceries across just cleaned floor:

Kids: 🎼”so no one told you life was gonna be this way”🎵 *clap clap clap 👏 *

Sunday’s Song

Im a cool girl or so Ive been told by associates of the male gender. Im the girl every guy wants to hang with. Ol buddy, ol pal. Its really not a compliment, just an observation. 

The definition of cool girl is much trickier. Apperently I am the girl you know beyond a shadow of a doubt you could tell anything to, hell, Id tell you the same and mean it. It doesnt happen that way though. Theres always an unnecessary secret. The secret hurts, the details do not. I could have been saved so much trouble. But here we are again. Listening to what people think I want to hear. 

And lately theres this rash of “I dont deserve you and Ill prove it” going around. Self fulfilling prophecy. 

I just want to be free like all of you. Arent relationships a two-way street?

Here, let my girl Tove summarize:

Sunday’s Song

Jer signed a year lease on his own place and is in the process of moving all his big ticket items out of the house. I guess that makes the separation “official”.

I had hoped that something different would happen, anything. I kept hoping he’d be the one guy in my life to stand up and fight for me, but instead I’m just here shadowboxing, prepared to swing at something, anything.

He had said that his intentions were to take this time and space to work on his own issues so that if we stood a fighting chance, he’d be able to fight. Words vs. actions doesn’t seem that way though. Im grown enough to recognize that. 

As his best friend was helping him move out yesterday, I heard him say, “If this is a bluff, I’m not helping you move your shit back in.” It made my gut drop. My gut said this was something I couldn’t ignore. That’s his best friend. What exactly, if anything, has he said to him about his intentions? 

I don’t know. I just don’t want to deal with any of this. I’d just like to awaken when all the dust is settled and decisions are made so I know what to do. And so, we have this Sunday’s song …

My Top 3: Songs

I cannot tell you how incredibly difficult it is for me to narrow down 3 songs for the wide array of music that I hold dear to my heart. I love music. I cannot imagine life without it. If it’s not playing in the background as I go about my daily activities, it’s in my head. There is always music.

The Middle – Jimmy Eat World: This is my theme song. It’s my go to “improve the mood” tune. It instantly uplifts me and gets me in kick ass, everything is gonna be alright mode. It usually gets me up dancing, tossing my hair around and generally rocking out without a care in the world.

So Far Away – Staind: Besides being the song Jer and I chose for our first dance as husband and wife, this song resonates with me because the life that I am living now is so far away from my previous life and marriage. This is my life, it’s not what it was before. Im definitely not the girl I used to be. I’ve come into my own and am forever grateful that I have had the opportunity to do so. This song gets me quite reflective on how much I have to be thankful for and how wonderful and beautiful the journey arriving at this place has been.

The Dance – Garth Brooks: There is no other song that captures the dance of life like this song. It’s my outlook on past relationships and experiences, good and bad. I could’ve missed the pain, but I’d have had to miss the dance.  Despite everything, it’s all made me who I am today and though there are things I would have like to have gone differently if I had missed it, exactly as it went down, who knows where and what I’d be today. It rings true of the sweet and sour. It so captures the beautiful experience of life that I want it to be played at my funeral, as a reminder to everyone there of what it’s all really about.