You will disappoint yourself. You lash out, withdraw, forget, and fail. Someone you love made a comment you find horrifying. You will hate who's in charge of your company, your country, your household, yet you will be desperately grateful for the scraps they throw your way. In your house, something is leaking, being pecked at, molding over. You put everything you had into your dream and it tanked. A stranger acted mean to you. You've gained weight; everybody's noticed.
A good song will not fail you. A good song will not fail. When all else fails, go with the song.
2 comments:
I found your blog because of your post in Other People's Love Letters. First off, I am so very sorry for your loss. Secondly, I have not been able to stop reading; I am hooked. Especially on this post. Thank you for your transparency.
Hey, Ashley! How lovely to read a comment that suddenly turns up -- out of space and time, it seems. Thank you for your condolences.
I no longer remember what happened at precisely that moment this post was written; but it's funny, as many of the same feelings come up today, in their own way. But I'm better able to hang tight and get through them. As Inspector Clouseau says, "Out wiss ze bad air, in wiss zee good."
I invite you to come over to ericasmithmusic.com, which is my Web home these days. And/or find me on Facebook.
Love to you. I'm so glad you reached out. XO
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