Music Tells My Stories

Good afternoon, my Lovelies! I hope this bright and beautiful Saturday afternoon finds you happy, healthy and healing from the shit that life has undoubtedly thrown at you lately. In case you hadn't noticed, since the first couple of weeks in January, all of my Blogs have had a song listed as the title. I often find inspiration for my Blogs while I'm driving to and from work, passing the time on my long, boring drives by singing and thinking. If you find a Blog title is a song that you are unfamiliar with, or are uncertain which artist performed it (let's face it, song titles are often repeated by different artists), shoot me a message and I'll be glad to pass the information along to you as it may help you understand my frame of mind while I'm writing. One of my favorite artists and songwriters is a man who has such a way with words that hearing his songs often leaves me in amazement at his genius. His words are often touching, or catchy, or fit together so well it

Good morning, my Lovelies! You're getting a bonus blog. Don't you feel special? Before I begin, let me take a moment to give a shout-out to my reader(s) in Portugal. I'm not sure how you found me, but your continued support is much appreciated! Stand up and take a bow, pat yourself on the back, and know that it brings a smile to my face to see that you've taken the time to endure my ramblings. This morning I woke up with an overwhelming urge to discuss trauma. It is my firm belief that we all experience trauma, to some degree, at one point or another in our lives. Physical, mental, spiritual, it happens. Our trauma is unique to each of us, just as the results of that trauma are unique to each of us. My earliest traumatic memory is from a camping trip that we were on when I was about eight years old. I was swimming in the lake, relaxing and enjoying some summer fun, floating along and daydreaming as the sun beat down on me while I cooled off from the unrelenting heat and

Greetings, my Lovelies! I know - late last week, early this week. Sometimes, I just have to purge my mind. Screw timelines and deadlines. I hardly know where to begin this particular blog. Thankful doesn't come close to the feelings that I have when I talk of the enormity of the impact some of my friends have made on my life. I woke this morning with a feeling of nostalgia and found myself reflecting on some of my friendships through the years. Now I sit in my office, unable to work until I get some of these thoughts out of my head, as my concentration is pinging off the walls like Luke trying to shoot his way out of the trash compactor in Star Wars. I've pointed out many times before that I tend to make strong and lasting friendships. I find that I have to take a moment today and share with you a little about one of those friendships. I met my friend, Tim when we were just kids. We went to school together, had classes together, and had mutual friends. We were complete geeks an

Good Saturday morning, my Lovelies! I come to you this morning relaxed and somewhat refreshed. I awoke this morning to the sounds of the surf breaking as it collided with the shoreline, and a bright glow rising from across the ocean, glistening upon the frigid waters of the Atlantic. It is 30 degrees here this morning and much too cold to do what I would really like to do. What is that? Well, I'd really love to sit on the balcony overlooking the ocean, a cup of coffee in hand, laptop at the ready, and purge myself of all that has been running through my head for days on end. Alas, I will have to satisfy myself with the sights and sounds around me from the cozy comforts of the adorable little condo I rented for the weekend. I'm alone, I'm warm, I have coffee, I have my laptop, I have my music, and maybe best of all? I have time. I have time to do what I want, when I want, for as long as I want, and I can do it completely uninterrupted. I spend so much of my day-to-day existe

Well, I've done it again. I'm late. At least those words no longer make me cringe, a positive effect of birth control and just being old. Yes, I'm late releasing my Blog. And yes, I've been called out by a handful of people. For the record, it doesn't bother me to have it pointed out to me that I'm late. Feel free to hold me accountable. So, with all that being said, let's begin! Greetings my Lovelies! Every week I let you know what's going on with me. I open my mind and offer you my heart, my intellect, my memories, my struggles, and my joys. I share parts of myself with you that you might not get to see on a day to day basis. In fact, I share so much with you that I experience some amount of guilt that I don't know what is going on with you. So saying, I feel I need to check in with you and see how you are doing. Are you getting enough rest? Are you staying hydrated? Are you taking time for self-care while trudging your way through your life and re

Greetings, my Lovelies! It has been a week since you've dealt with my insanity. Are you ready for more? There has been so much going through my mind over the past week. If you've kept up with me at all you know that insomnia is my new norm. "I'm tired boss... Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other." (Y'all know I had to say that, right? The Green Mile is such an awesome movie!) Work has been crazy, I've had no time to myself with the exception of the hour to and from the job site, and as of this morning, I've had absolutely no time to write.  It's that last one that is bothering me the most. You see, my writing is my creative outlet. It is a way for me to process all that I'm feeling and thinking. It is a way for me to put my hopes, dreams, and wishes into a tangible form. It is a way for me to actualize problems I'm facing, and a way for me to find a solution to those problems. And when I'm writing, I always have music