Last night I was aimlessly wandering around my kitchen, putting some stuff away from the dishwasher, and this awesome song starts playing on the radio. We have an old radio mounted on our upper cabinets that came with the house. Anyway, I grabbed the iphone from work, found the title on the iheart app, then ran upstairs and watched the video.
It was one of those things where you “have” to do it. Like you have a good feeling about what life is trying to tell you. I see this video as a man longing for remnants of this life–pieces of his past, present and future colliding. It’s just too perfect for myself in this life at the moment.
I have brain disorder. I have a lower grade of it compared to most, but I’ve been advised that my brain doesn’t produce enough serotonin on the uptake. Other factors contributed to it over the years and I still have symptoms of it from time to time. I used to think I was crazy in my 20s, crazy for wanting a good paying job, crazy for wanting a guy to love me unconditionally, crazy for wanting a house, family, and fuzzies to call my own. None of this is crazy at all, more normal then anything else.
When your mind tells you otherwise, it’s really difficult to discern the truth. Over years and years of letting God in and getting the bad out, falling out of an unhealthy group and back to square one with not many friends, I trudged on. Trudged is a bad word to describe that, continued walking on the path. (why do you think my blog is called “the Rising”? 😀 ) I thought getting everything in life would make it perfect. It’s definitely not perfect, just different.
And in all this time running around, making sure the baby is well, keeping up the house, working full time, making sure my fuzzies are thriving, and finally cleaning up the house after a lively few hours–making my first cheesecake and feeding Davey and myself–these small quiet moments still tap me on the shoulder and remind me that there is a lot of life to live. And it’s not over yet.
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