It all starts and ends with a song.

This blog started with a song 4 years ago. And I’m going to post a song, that’s really all the headline has to do with this blog post. Well, except it’s true. From birth to death. Every moment is tied to a song. Every relationship. Lifes moments. Begin and end. Beginning to end.

I was trying to get some thoughts out tonight. I’ve been thinking about deliberate authenticity. The concept of saying what you mean, and MEANING what you say. A practice I’ve worked hard to employ the last few years, but one that I feel so many (myself included) shy away from. People too often say what they think you want to hear. Despite what you feel or see,  we listen to what we hear. We beg to hear the pretty words and platitudes and close our eyes to what we feel in our bones.

Actions speak louder than words.

I’ve been as open and vulnerable and authentic as I possibly can the last few years. I’ve had a lot of time to figure out who I am. I’m certainly not for everyone, I don’t pretend to be.   I often feel I’m too much, or not enough, for just about everyone. Sometimes I have a really hard time verbalizing, but if you get to know me, I’ll tell you honestly whatever is in my head  … if you take the time to let me.

I hope I never leave someone’s space with them wondering what was genuinely in my head or heart. Good or bad.

I don’t know why this song…,except it makes me weep. Her voice is beautiful and haunting. And this pretty much sums it up. “Come sail your ships around me, and burn your bridges down. We make a little history baby, every time you come around”.

Till next time.

 

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