Hey everybody!
     I cannot tell you how excited I am about the fact it’s Friday.  Gonna try and squeeze in a nap or two, if my brain can shut off for a little bit.  See, I have ADD.  Imagine having multiple thoughts zooming through your cranium at the speed of light…all the time.  Yeah, that’s me.  Daddy told me once he’d love to be in my head for 15 minutes.  I told him I didn’t think he’d want to be in there 15 seconds!!  I talk a lot, I admit.  But, I do use a filter, and God help, Daddy would not want my first draft of the thought process, lol!  The battle is real.

How many times do we have someone ask how we’re doing, only to reply, “I’m fine”.  If they continue to press the issue , we say, “I don’t wanna talk about it”.  We’re quick to defend ourselves if caught making a mistake.  We blurt out, “I can’t help it.  I’m only human.”  And yet, we strive daily for the appearance of perfection.  We’re fine.  Nothing is wrong.  If there is a problem, I can handle it.  I find the contradiction puzzling, yet it is my natural tendency.  I struggle somewhere between Wonder Woman and Dead Poet’s Society.   And many of you are this way too.   You’re out there trying to save the world, while wishing you had the strength to admit what’s really going on…on the inside.  I mean, look at Robin Williams.

He was so incredibly gifted…and yet, his suffering rose to such a level, that living became too difficult for him.  When Robin didn’t feel like being funny anymore, we all cried.  We all wished someone would’ve known how to help him.  It is true…we’re all human.  And if Robin deserved to be reached out to and helped… then my friend, so do you.  We all wake up with horrible breath, the urge to pee, and bad hair.  We’re all vulnerable in some way.  But surely, beauty can be created from the brokenness.   Perhaps not today.  But trust me, it does come.  Sorrow may last for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

Once upon a time I had my heart broken by a guy. (Awwww….)  I wrote a bunch of sad songs about it. I lit a candle and stared at a picture of us together, to rub in the pain even more, and played every relevant sad song that came to mind.  Of course, that was like a zillion of them (I’m ADD, remember?).  It’s ok if you’re laughing as you read this story.  It’s meant to be funny.  It just wasn’t funny back then.  Of course, which song did I wear out?  “I Don’t Want to Talk About It” by Rod Stewart.

It has one of my favorite bass lines.  Simple and soothing, as if to provide comfort in the midst of the pain.  Songs are such great commiserators. 
Let’s have each other’s back too.  A little
music doesn’t hurt either…

Rock on, my dear friends.  Love to all.