I don't know why I'm still awake. I've been tossing and turning in bed for about an hour now. My brain seems to not know that it's late and I need sleep. Sometimes I don't think it cares. It's going to keep me up no matter what. I have many things dancing in my mind. I think of this and I think of that. Dreams. Things I want that I don't have. I lay silently yet the noise in my head is so sounding that I'm just unable to close my eyes.
So I just sit here at my computer typing aimlessly and hope that I am making some since of the things I say. I look around my room and my apartment and I have so many wonderful things. Things I thought I would never have again. Simple things. A table to eat off of. A couch to sit on. A living room to sit in. A bed to sleep in. A walk in closet. Holy cow, I have a walk in closet! I never had that before. So you see, in many ways I am blessed.
I was at a friends house today and I looked around his place and I could tell that he goes through great lengths to keep it in order. It was nicely decorated and, although I didn't see it, I bet his bed was made too. Then I come home to my house and see things are just in dis-array. Dishes in the sink from last Saturday night yet to be washed. Kids clothes on the floor (what else is new there?) Ironing board out and what the heck is that smell? Note to self...take trash out before going to work.
It really isn't that hard to keep this place clean. It's a small apartment. I'm the only one here 4 out of 7 days a week. Am I really that unorganized? Or is it just laziness? Both? Maybe a little. Sometimes I feel so overwhelmed with it all. When the kids are here it's like a massive whirlwind coming through. By the time they go back to their mothers on Sunday I feel like I have so much to do in so little time. After church it's back to the grind at work and the whole thing starts over again.
So where do I stand? Where am I? Who am I? What is important? Do I sacrifice the things that matter the most for the things that matter the least? Where are my principles? What are my principles? What am I willing to sacrifice and at what cost?
I see other people. Single people. I look into there eyes and hear the sound of their voices. They are different than mine. I feel some since to emulate them. Be them. Have their lives. Live in their world. Drive fancy cars. Drink fancy drinks. Laugh. Move and shake like they do. Seems all surreal. Are they really happy or are they missing something too? Hard to tell sometimes. The last thing I want to be is fake.
I am me. There is no other like me. I was created with me in mind. I am a rough stone. Will I ever be polished? Maybe. I have been beaten and turned around and scraped with all my life's challenges. It is not over. God willing I have plenty of time. Plenty of time to get it together. To let go and be molded into something flawless. So take me as I am. I may not be much but I'm all I have to offer. So with all that said, I'm picking my blanket off the floor and going to bed. My brain has had enough.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Mom and the egg
When I was little my mother showed me something that to this day is still hard for me to believe. I don't remember why she did this but as a little kid I thought it was fascinating. She went into the kitchen and pulled an egg out of the refrigerator. She held the egg in her fist and squeezed as hard as she could. I thought she was nuts. But to my amazement the egg never cracked. She let me try and I got the same results. I just tried it again before I started writing this just to see if after growing up and being stronger now than when I was a kid and guess what? It did not crack. How can something be so fragile yet be so strong?
The other day I was sitting on my back porch overlooking the pond and watching all the geese and ducks play. For about a month there was a mamma goose sitting on her nest. Poor thing. Just sitting there in the hot sun doing what she does best. The pappa goose was floating near by doing his best to protect her from snakes and other dangers that might be lurking. It was all worth it since now they have 3 little chicks running around and learning to swim and having a great time with the whole world as their playground.
They appeared happy. Content with this new world they now have to be in. I wondered if they thought to themselves how much better it is out here then in those shells where things were great too. They had all the food they needed. Shelter. Momma and poppa always near by watching over them. Sounds good right? Well, maybe, but look at how happy they are now.
My mind drew to the egg test my mom did all those years ago. Those chicks lived in a strong home to protect them but when they wanted to come out they found a way to crack that hard shell so they could be free. There was a way out, they just had to work hard, from the inside. The result was obvious. Freedom and the whole world at their feet.
What a great lesson. What is your egg? Do you live in a shell only wishing you could break free? Do you want the whole world at your feet but can't get past the Goliath in your life? I know it is possible, but just like the chicks you have to make the effort from the inside first. That is where the biggest change must come from. It will be hard work believe me, I know. But when you step out into this world and you feel the ground on your feet you will know that it was all worth it. So when you break free stand tall. Let the wind blow on you. Spread your arms out wide. Take a deep breath and with the courage you've discovered within you, move on...and never look back.
The other day I was sitting on my back porch overlooking the pond and watching all the geese and ducks play. For about a month there was a mamma goose sitting on her nest. Poor thing. Just sitting there in the hot sun doing what she does best. The pappa goose was floating near by doing his best to protect her from snakes and other dangers that might be lurking. It was all worth it since now they have 3 little chicks running around and learning to swim and having a great time with the whole world as their playground.
They appeared happy. Content with this new world they now have to be in. I wondered if they thought to themselves how much better it is out here then in those shells where things were great too. They had all the food they needed. Shelter. Momma and poppa always near by watching over them. Sounds good right? Well, maybe, but look at how happy they are now.
My mind drew to the egg test my mom did all those years ago. Those chicks lived in a strong home to protect them but when they wanted to come out they found a way to crack that hard shell so they could be free. There was a way out, they just had to work hard, from the inside. The result was obvious. Freedom and the whole world at their feet.
What a great lesson. What is your egg? Do you live in a shell only wishing you could break free? Do you want the whole world at your feet but can't get past the Goliath in your life? I know it is possible, but just like the chicks you have to make the effort from the inside first. That is where the biggest change must come from. It will be hard work believe me, I know. But when you step out into this world and you feel the ground on your feet you will know that it was all worth it. So when you break free stand tall. Let the wind blow on you. Spread your arms out wide. Take a deep breath and with the courage you've discovered within you, move on...and never look back.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Nowhere to stop.
It's dark here.
This place where I live.
Huddled in a corner
like a child.
Quiet.
Wondering where life
has gone.
Going in circles
with nowhere to stop.
I am alone.
Loved and lost.
Lost without love.
I need you.
Come find me.
Listen for my heart
and bring in the light.
This place where I live.
Huddled in a corner
like a child.
Quiet.
Wondering where life
has gone.
Going in circles
with nowhere to stop.
I am alone.
Loved and lost.
Lost without love.
I need you.
Come find me.
Listen for my heart
and bring in the light.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Thinking outloud.
Not sure where this is going. My eyes are week and heavy after a long day at work. Not a big fan of working on Sundays but I have found in life that sometimes you just have to do what you have to do. I have a splinter or a piece of glass in my left hand thumb. Weird how it itches instead of hurts. Although when I scratch it then I feel pain. Yes, I know, don't scratch it. But it itches. Grrrrr.
My apartment is quiet now that the kids are gone. I have my screen doors open so I can let the cool breeze come in. The sound of frogs croaking, crickets chirping and geese honking fills the outside air. I wish I had a table to take outside so I could join them. But I guess the tapping of my keyboard would just be noise to them. So I will stay here at my desk rattling away until I feel what I really want to say comes from my heart to my fingers so I can be as honest and upfront as I possibly can.
I have recently, and for what reason I don't know, have been thinking back to the day that we had a family meeting. On that day we explained to our kids about our decision to separate. It was scary. Heart wrenching. Awful. It was a moment that I would never want on anyone. We cried. Well most of us. My oldest already knew. I had explained it to him earlier in the day but for my two youngest ones it was like a shot to their little hearts. I can say without doubt that it was the worst day of my life. When I said that I would be the one moving out I will never be able forget the actions of my daughter. Sitting in her moms lap she looked over at me in such confusion. Not knowing what that really meant she climbed down and came over to me and sat in my lap. As beautiful as that sounds it is a moment that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Raising a family is not easy but by far the most rewarding thing in life. There are no jobs, no accolades, no monetary items that are more important then family. I have always known this. Have I always had the strength and courage to live it? No. I have made mistakes along the way. It has taken me awhile but I finally understand the saying "don't let the things that matter the most be in the mercy of things that matter the least." I don't know who said that to give proper credit to but I know it is a true statement.
All in all and after some of my own soul searching, I have come to the conclusion that I haven't moved on as much as I had once thought. I have been thinking of these things ever since I heard about my ex getting engaged. To be honest I'm happy for her yet under the same breath I am jealous. Not because she's my ex and there are feelings there but because she will be able to be in a home that is not broken. A mother, father, children. Family.
I long for that. Someday I will have it again. God willing, of course. He is the one in control. He knows me. He knows my needs. He hears me. And when the time is right, my time, He will allow me to have those feelings again. Not like the splinter in my thumb but with a burning in my heart. I know my kids love their dad. I see it in their faces. Their eyes. I have no doubts. My daughter still climbs in my lap but no longer with confusion but with confidence. She knows and so do my other two that I am their father. And will be forever.
My apartment is quiet now that the kids are gone. I have my screen doors open so I can let the cool breeze come in. The sound of frogs croaking, crickets chirping and geese honking fills the outside air. I wish I had a table to take outside so I could join them. But I guess the tapping of my keyboard would just be noise to them. So I will stay here at my desk rattling away until I feel what I really want to say comes from my heart to my fingers so I can be as honest and upfront as I possibly can.
I have recently, and for what reason I don't know, have been thinking back to the day that we had a family meeting. On that day we explained to our kids about our decision to separate. It was scary. Heart wrenching. Awful. It was a moment that I would never want on anyone. We cried. Well most of us. My oldest already knew. I had explained it to him earlier in the day but for my two youngest ones it was like a shot to their little hearts. I can say without doubt that it was the worst day of my life. When I said that I would be the one moving out I will never be able forget the actions of my daughter. Sitting in her moms lap she looked over at me in such confusion. Not knowing what that really meant she climbed down and came over to me and sat in my lap. As beautiful as that sounds it is a moment that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Raising a family is not easy but by far the most rewarding thing in life. There are no jobs, no accolades, no monetary items that are more important then family. I have always known this. Have I always had the strength and courage to live it? No. I have made mistakes along the way. It has taken me awhile but I finally understand the saying "don't let the things that matter the most be in the mercy of things that matter the least." I don't know who said that to give proper credit to but I know it is a true statement.
All in all and after some of my own soul searching, I have come to the conclusion that I haven't moved on as much as I had once thought. I have been thinking of these things ever since I heard about my ex getting engaged. To be honest I'm happy for her yet under the same breath I am jealous. Not because she's my ex and there are feelings there but because she will be able to be in a home that is not broken. A mother, father, children. Family.
I long for that. Someday I will have it again. God willing, of course. He is the one in control. He knows me. He knows my needs. He hears me. And when the time is right, my time, He will allow me to have those feelings again. Not like the splinter in my thumb but with a burning in my heart. I know my kids love their dad. I see it in their faces. Their eyes. I have no doubts. My daughter still climbs in my lap but no longer with confusion but with confidence. She knows and so do my other two that I am their father. And will be forever.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Life moving moments
Sometimes I just amuse myself. I crack me up. How these thoughts get in my head I'll never know. Ever have a moment when you think that u are the greatest ever? Walk with a little swagger? Chin up? Lengthened stride, quick pace? Ur on top of the world? Walk down a hallway and think everyone is looking at u? Guys envy, ladies want? It doesn't take much. Sometimes it's just you woke up on the right side of the bed or traffic wasn't bad on the highway going to the office. The smell of perfume (well, for me anyway). U just feel invincible.
Well, That's how I felt today and it's all due to this cute young woman at work. I say young cause she can't be more than 25. She's from Indian decent (I think). She has dark, mocha skin. Long flowing black hair. Green Eyes. Very attractive. So before all the men on here start pointing to page one of the "Man Manual" let me be clear on one thing, I know the rules. She's too young. I get it. Not going there. Moving on.
Well a couple of weeks ago, this girl, I'll call her Ruby to protect the innocent, started what I would call flirting with me. Every time I looked up she was looking at me. Then she would look away. On occasion, as I would walk down the hallway and I would pass her while she was standing next to her friends she would put out her foot and try to trip me then pull it back and giggle. I KNOW! Very flirty. My head was spinning. I didn't know what to do.
Well today turned out to be quite surprising. I was a really shocked when she came up to me at one of our breaks and said she wanted to talk to me at lunch, she had a question for me. I know I was looking at her and I'm sure she was wondering why my face became more and more pale. I think I froze. I must have nodded yes cause she walked away. That was the longest 2 hours till lunch, EVER. The room we were in was never so hot as it was during that time. I think I went out for water several times just waiting for lunch.
Well, time came. I looked at her and saw her get up out of her chair. Gracefully, with poise she walked over toward me, hair blowing in the imaginary wind. The room went dark except for this light glowing on her every curve. I swallowed. Beads of sweat began to build. As she walked, music began to play. "Don't stand so close to me" from The Police I believe it was. Here she is. Deep breath. She leaned in and asked,
"James, I got this letter the other week from the IRS. Can you tell me what it's about?"
The music stopped, lights came back on, beads of sweat went back into my head and all I heard were tires screeching like someone was trying not to run over a kitten doing 80 miles an hour. After a brief moment of silence as I gathered my composure so as to not blurt out the biggest tear jerking laugh ever, I said "sure, I'll help you with that". It turned out to be something miner but to her it was a very big deal. She later told me that she couldn't take it to her father. He would have just gotten mad at her for bothering him with such trivial stuff. She thanked me and walked away.
It was then I realized that, no Jamie, you're not 25 anymore. Life has moved on for me whether I like it or not. All this time she wasn't checking me out she was sizing my character. She was looking for a father figure. Someone that she could trust with very personal information knowing that we could talk about it and it would never be mentioned again.
Remember those moments I mentioned earlier, the ones that make you feel proud, puffed up? There is one feeling that just trumps them all; being a father. Seeing my kids grow into mature faithful sons and daughter is simply overwhelming, especially when those feelings comes from someone who is not your child. So when I walked down the hallway tonight, on my way home, I walked with a different kind of swagger. Oh I was still king of the world, but for very, very different reason. Thank you Ruby.
Well, That's how I felt today and it's all due to this cute young woman at work. I say young cause she can't be more than 25. She's from Indian decent (I think). She has dark, mocha skin. Long flowing black hair. Green Eyes. Very attractive. So before all the men on here start pointing to page one of the "Man Manual" let me be clear on one thing, I know the rules. She's too young. I get it. Not going there. Moving on.
Well a couple of weeks ago, this girl, I'll call her Ruby to protect the innocent, started what I would call flirting with me. Every time I looked up she was looking at me. Then she would look away. On occasion, as I would walk down the hallway and I would pass her while she was standing next to her friends she would put out her foot and try to trip me then pull it back and giggle. I KNOW! Very flirty. My head was spinning. I didn't know what to do.
Well today turned out to be quite surprising. I was a really shocked when she came up to me at one of our breaks and said she wanted to talk to me at lunch, she had a question for me. I know I was looking at her and I'm sure she was wondering why my face became more and more pale. I think I froze. I must have nodded yes cause she walked away. That was the longest 2 hours till lunch, EVER. The room we were in was never so hot as it was during that time. I think I went out for water several times just waiting for lunch.
Well, time came. I looked at her and saw her get up out of her chair. Gracefully, with poise she walked over toward me, hair blowing in the imaginary wind. The room went dark except for this light glowing on her every curve. I swallowed. Beads of sweat began to build. As she walked, music began to play. "Don't stand so close to me" from The Police I believe it was. Here she is. Deep breath. She leaned in and asked,
"James, I got this letter the other week from the IRS. Can you tell me what it's about?"
The music stopped, lights came back on, beads of sweat went back into my head and all I heard were tires screeching like someone was trying not to run over a kitten doing 80 miles an hour. After a brief moment of silence as I gathered my composure so as to not blurt out the biggest tear jerking laugh ever, I said "sure, I'll help you with that". It turned out to be something miner but to her it was a very big deal. She later told me that she couldn't take it to her father. He would have just gotten mad at her for bothering him with such trivial stuff. She thanked me and walked away.
It was then I realized that, no Jamie, you're not 25 anymore. Life has moved on for me whether I like it or not. All this time she wasn't checking me out she was sizing my character. She was looking for a father figure. Someone that she could trust with very personal information knowing that we could talk about it and it would never be mentioned again.
Remember those moments I mentioned earlier, the ones that make you feel proud, puffed up? There is one feeling that just trumps them all; being a father. Seeing my kids grow into mature faithful sons and daughter is simply overwhelming, especially when those feelings comes from someone who is not your child. So when I walked down the hallway tonight, on my way home, I walked with a different kind of swagger. Oh I was still king of the world, but for very, very different reason. Thank you Ruby.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
A Time For Thanks.
Hard to believe it's been since September that I posted something to my blog. Sorry to all my followers, all four of you, for my absence. I have been hit with writers block I guess. I wanted to say something but just couldn't get it out of my head right.
Well, here it is. November 26th. Thanksgiving. Where has this year gone. Just seems like yesterday that the new year rang in. And before you know it Christmas bells will be ringing again and we will soon after be celebrating the dawn of a new year. Amazing.
As I sit thinking of the things that happened to me this year I can't help but to be thankful that it is almost over. This last year and a half have been the longest and hardest of my life. So I say good riddance. Be gone with you and thank heaven you will never, ever come again. You will not be missed.
But under the same breath that I curse this time, I also give thanks. I give thanks to all of those who for years have called me friend by words alone and by example when I needed you the most. I want my best friend Coy to know that with out his constant persistence to stand by me during those times when standing was impossible for me to do alone I knew you were there to help. I only can hope to be the friend you are to me in return to you. For that I am thankful.
This year has also brought me new friendships that I can't imagine being without. One in particular is a friend I have yet to meet but she knows everything about me. We have been able to lean on each other for help during those rough days where getting out of bed were hard. She always had the right things to say. She always lent a shoulder for me when I needed one. I think it's a wonderful thing when two people, who struggle with their own difficulties can stand back to back and help each other stand. Thank you my beautiful friend for helping me to find me again. You have helped me feel more like a man in the few short months that I have known you than any in my entire life without you. For you I am thankful.
I am thankful for my children. You are my everything. I live and breath for you. I know this is hard on you but you have been resilient and immovable in the love you have for me. You won't know what that's like until u have kids of your own. Today Caleb noticed that when we are both standing in bare feet, one in front of the other, staring eye to eye, that he is now taller than me. Holy crap. how did that happen? You are turning into a great young man. I love you Caleb. Now if you can just get along with your brother. For the three of you...I am eternally thankful.
So many of my days during this last year I struggled. Days where I felt I was swimming with just my nose out of the water so I could breathe. I fell in love with this quote, "I have found myself upon my knees after the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go." Abraham Lincoln. Thank you Mr. Lincoln for helping me to remember that I will always have somewhere to go. I have gained a greater appreciation for prayer. Just knowing that my Father in Heaven was there and He wanted to heal me but I had to make the move to receive His blessings. Ever see that artist picture of Christ knocking on the door? He wants in but unless you let Him in He will stay outside and knock cause there is no handle on His side of the door. For Him, prayer, the Atonement and the blessings that I have received, I am forever thankful.
And thank you for reading what is in my heart and my the spirit of the Lord be with you this Christmas season.
Well, here it is. November 26th. Thanksgiving. Where has this year gone. Just seems like yesterday that the new year rang in. And before you know it Christmas bells will be ringing again and we will soon after be celebrating the dawn of a new year. Amazing.
As I sit thinking of the things that happened to me this year I can't help but to be thankful that it is almost over. This last year and a half have been the longest and hardest of my life. So I say good riddance. Be gone with you and thank heaven you will never, ever come again. You will not be missed.
But under the same breath that I curse this time, I also give thanks. I give thanks to all of those who for years have called me friend by words alone and by example when I needed you the most. I want my best friend Coy to know that with out his constant persistence to stand by me during those times when standing was impossible for me to do alone I knew you were there to help. I only can hope to be the friend you are to me in return to you. For that I am thankful.
This year has also brought me new friendships that I can't imagine being without. One in particular is a friend I have yet to meet but she knows everything about me. We have been able to lean on each other for help during those rough days where getting out of bed were hard. She always had the right things to say. She always lent a shoulder for me when I needed one. I think it's a wonderful thing when two people, who struggle with their own difficulties can stand back to back and help each other stand. Thank you my beautiful friend for helping me to find me again. You have helped me feel more like a man in the few short months that I have known you than any in my entire life without you. For you I am thankful.
I am thankful for my children. You are my everything. I live and breath for you. I know this is hard on you but you have been resilient and immovable in the love you have for me. You won't know what that's like until u have kids of your own. Today Caleb noticed that when we are both standing in bare feet, one in front of the other, staring eye to eye, that he is now taller than me. Holy crap. how did that happen? You are turning into a great young man. I love you Caleb. Now if you can just get along with your brother. For the three of you...I am eternally thankful.
So many of my days during this last year I struggled. Days where I felt I was swimming with just my nose out of the water so I could breathe. I fell in love with this quote, "I have found myself upon my knees after the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go." Abraham Lincoln. Thank you Mr. Lincoln for helping me to remember that I will always have somewhere to go. I have gained a greater appreciation for prayer. Just knowing that my Father in Heaven was there and He wanted to heal me but I had to make the move to receive His blessings. Ever see that artist picture of Christ knocking on the door? He wants in but unless you let Him in He will stay outside and knock cause there is no handle on His side of the door. For Him, prayer, the Atonement and the blessings that I have received, I am forever thankful.
And thank you for reading what is in my heart and my the spirit of the Lord be with you this Christmas season.
Monday, September 7, 2009
The Power of Lyrics in Songs and the Sway of the Music
Some of you may have already seen that I included a music player to my blog. I love it. I love music and the lyrics that are in them. Well, some of them anyway. I do like this player but unfortunately I discovered that this company sells adveretising to a pornographic dating website. That's all I need. So I am in search of another player. Any suggestions would be great.
I am so grateful for music. There have been many times when music has has boosted me during a hard day or has given me reason to reflect on my family or friends. Believe me, there is nothing better for me than to blast AC/DC's Back in Black after having a stressful day at work. There's just something about the opening to that song that makes me forget the day. Yes. Im the kind of guy that sings in his car at the top of his lungs only to stop and turn the radio down when I pull up to a stop light. Thats just too embarrassing. LOL.
My reason for this particular blog is too express my feelings on how music can be a healing tool. It amazes me how I can be listing to a song and think to myself "Damn, I can relate". Ever done that? Some songs, if they are on a cd or the computer, I would play over and over again just so I can listen and understand the full meaning of it. Yes, sometimes they would pick my spirits up. Other times they would make me realize that my life needed to change. Either way I was moved by them.
I must admit to that I have a small bromance going on. As u can see from my playlist that it is filled with songs by Rob Thomas. The man is a lyrical genius. I have never heard so many songs writen by one person that related to me so much. A song that he wrote and sung by Matchbox 20 called "Hang" was the song I listed to when I knew it was clear to me that I was heading for a divorce. The song is about a breakup. It's on my list. Listen to it. Now, on his new CD called Cradlesong, he has written a song called "Give Me The Meltdown". I can't put it on my playlist cause it isn't released yet. You can find it on Youtube though if ur interested in hearing it. My favorite line from it is "Late at night, Late at night, you weep for something better than the secrets you keep". How many nights I did just that. Secretly. To myself. Wanting to let it all out. But the secrets were never more painful than the outcome they would cause. So I held onto them. I have since learned that nothing is better than the truth. And not only that but to never get into that position in the first place.
Anyway im starting to ramble. What id really like to do is hear about the songs that has made a difference to you. What song brought you to ur knees? What artist sang to ur heart and made u a better person? All the songs I have listed mean something to me and every time I hear them Im grateful for them. When I find more I will post them on here and if u let me know which songs did it for u I will post them here as well so that others may hear them and maybe make a difference in their life. We all need healing of some kind. I hope listening to what brought me peace will do the same for you. Enjoy!
I am so grateful for music. There have been many times when music has has boosted me during a hard day or has given me reason to reflect on my family or friends. Believe me, there is nothing better for me than to blast AC/DC's Back in Black after having a stressful day at work. There's just something about the opening to that song that makes me forget the day. Yes. Im the kind of guy that sings in his car at the top of his lungs only to stop and turn the radio down when I pull up to a stop light. Thats just too embarrassing. LOL.
My reason for this particular blog is too express my feelings on how music can be a healing tool. It amazes me how I can be listing to a song and think to myself "Damn, I can relate". Ever done that? Some songs, if they are on a cd or the computer, I would play over and over again just so I can listen and understand the full meaning of it. Yes, sometimes they would pick my spirits up. Other times they would make me realize that my life needed to change. Either way I was moved by them.
I must admit to that I have a small bromance going on. As u can see from my playlist that it is filled with songs by Rob Thomas. The man is a lyrical genius. I have never heard so many songs writen by one person that related to me so much. A song that he wrote and sung by Matchbox 20 called "Hang" was the song I listed to when I knew it was clear to me that I was heading for a divorce. The song is about a breakup. It's on my list. Listen to it. Now, on his new CD called Cradlesong, he has written a song called "Give Me The Meltdown". I can't put it on my playlist cause it isn't released yet. You can find it on Youtube though if ur interested in hearing it. My favorite line from it is "Late at night, Late at night, you weep for something better than the secrets you keep". How many nights I did just that. Secretly. To myself. Wanting to let it all out. But the secrets were never more painful than the outcome they would cause. So I held onto them. I have since learned that nothing is better than the truth. And not only that but to never get into that position in the first place.
Anyway im starting to ramble. What id really like to do is hear about the songs that has made a difference to you. What song brought you to ur knees? What artist sang to ur heart and made u a better person? All the songs I have listed mean something to me and every time I hear them Im grateful for them. When I find more I will post them on here and if u let me know which songs did it for u I will post them here as well so that others may hear them and maybe make a difference in their life. We all need healing of some kind. I hope listening to what brought me peace will do the same for you. Enjoy!
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