A lot of things are coming to focus right now. I am being pulled in so many directions. It is most definently a freakin Monday. My daughter called for me to come get her due to a stomach ache. I don't have time for multiple trips up the mountain today, but this is what being a parent is about. Reprioritize, shuffle, do a little dance, raise my fist towards the sky and exhale with emphasis.
I am sure there is a name for people like me who have songs attached to damn near every feeling, and I hope it is a nice name!
Driving back down to town with my little girl, my song for the overwhelm I felt started in my head.
This is my theme song for today, minus the "just being a woman" bullshit.
I am digging deep, back to the days when I was a very young child, when my family was seemingly normal and I believed with all of my heart. Back before my world became unsafe and unstable.
It is crazy how most of the answers I am now praying for were taught to me in song as a child. I come from a family of singing storytellers.
One day at a time. I can handle today. Inhale, exhale...