I was stuck in a John Mayer holding pattern for a few weeks. Then I ended up listening to some Jason Mraz and that inspired a new play-list. The new play-list consists of Tony Lucca, Mat Kearney, Jem, Fun., Of Monsters and Men, Blind Pilot, and some others that I cannot seem to think of at the moment. It is not really important what is on the play-list. What is important is that the music I am listening to on a regular basis enhances my happiness and my life. Once a song no longer inspires me in a positive way it is time for something new.
I am always listening for new musical inspiration. This is not something that is easily switched on and off. Picture the classic movie “Empire Records.”? Remember the people in the listening booths? That is me, every day, only without Mark, who would keep me laughing during those times when I am simply too serious. Music is something that has been a constant in my life when no one else and nothing else could satisfy me, including myself. There are so many artists that I could point to as having inspired me to stick around just a little longer to see if things would change. Amazingly enough, things have managed to be a little brighter or challenge me to be a better version of myself.
John Mayer has carried me through one of the oddest transformations in my life, thus far. I find every song helpful in some way or another, but the main album I seem to circle back around to most often would be “Battle Studies.” Maybe, subconsciously, it is due to my own battle studies, which are fueling my seemingly unquenchable thirst and desire for his musical rendition and perspective on life and heartache.
Another artist who I enjoy wholeheartedly is Florence + The Machine. If you have not heard the new Unplugged album, you are missing out. Her voice is amazing. She sings with passion and that passion is purely undeniable. Her version of “Try a Little Tenderness” is hauntingly beautiful in so many ways. She is one of the artists I have discovered over the past year and a half during my life-changing journey.
Simply put, music is something that fuels me. Music enhances everyday in a positive way. Even if the song may seem sad or depressing to another person, it may simply be a therapeutic tune that must be listened to again and again until I have learned the lesson within the lyrics.
There is beauty within the love I have for myself. There is confidence within me. My strength is only a sliver of the beautiful being I am. My voice grows stronger and less shaky with each passing day. I am finally becoming the woman I was always intended to be. I was always meant it to be this way.
I am meant to be the woman who loves without fear of a little heartache. I am bold in thought and have been blessed with the gift of putting pen to paper to weave a web of words and feelings. The challenges I have faced and overcome brought me to this very moment. All of it happened to prove to myself all of my strengths and best qualities.
I have confidence in my writing abilities for the first time in my life. I always had a love for the written word. Now I know the written word loves me as well. I am so in love with words that everything becomes love within me.
My words have the ability to express love, sensuality, and honesty. My words are powerful. I love that I have found my voice again. My ability to express myself with beautiful words is one of the talents I was meant to have in this life.
I rise in the morning before the day has fully dawned. The cool chill in the air awakens my senses slowly. Twisting and stretching, my body comes to life again. My hips are smaller and still I possess a womanly curve. My arms are stronger. My legs are beautifully toned. My stomach still jiggles when I laugh. Laughter is beautiful. My collar bone protrudes from my flesh in a way I have never known. My body has changed and I am not the same woman I once was. My dreams are bigger. My wants are less.
“When you think everything is someone else’s fault, you will suffer a lot. When you realize that everything springs only from yourself, you will learn both peace and joy. Pride leads to violence and evil. The truly good gaze upon everything with love and understanding.”—Dalai Lama (via lovemorefearless)
“We often forget that we are nature. Nature is not something separate from us. So when we say that we have lost our connection to nature, we’ve lost our connection to ourselves.”—Andy Goldsworthy (via tiedyedlove)
Maybe it is all because of one Lloyd Dobler and the way he stood outside of Diane Court’s window, boom box held high, blasting an amazing love song. Perhaps it is merely the lyrical content of this song. Either way this song is and always will be one of my favorite songs.
I have collected several versions of this song over the years. Of course one has to have Peter Gabriel’s version because it is the original. Then there is a live version performed by Jeffrey Gaines. Sometimes I have needed to hear this version over the original. Suddenly though, almost in a serendipitous fashion really, Tony Lucca performed the song that always makes me stop whatever I am doing and just simply listen. I rarely turn on my television for anything other than a yoga dvd or watching a movie anymore. However, Monday night I was exhausted from a day at work and a beautifully challenging yoga class and wanted something to look at while I ate my dinner. There, on my television, was a man singing a song I love and I did not want to change the channel at all. He creatively breathed new life into a classic song. I even bought his version on iTunes as soon as it was available. Now, Tony Lucca’s version has a place in a play-list that is my current go-to-play-list.
She’s gone. She gave me a pen. I gave her my heart, she gave me a pen. Lloyd Dobler, Say Anything (1989)
“People spend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idle dreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill the emptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed to search was within.”—Romana L. Anderson
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Twice this week, I have been pegged for twenty-one. For whatever reason, my true age seems to astonish many people once they learn the actual number. I do not make it a point to tell people I hardly know how old I am, but they seem to want to hazard a guess. I do not look my age and that is a blessing. My point though, happiness does wonders for your outward appearance as well as your insides. I challenge all of you to smile and be happy!
I have a new found love for my body all thanks to my ongoing yoga epiphanies. I have worked hard for my current weight. It has not been an easy process, but it would not be as satisfying if it were so simple. I love my body. I love my curves. I love my womanly hips. I love my large breasts. I love my legs and thighs.
I was ashamed of my body for far too long. People have opinions of another person’s body and have the tendency to say those harsh words out loud. Words have the ability to hurt those that lack confidence in their own self. No more though.
I love my body and will continue to improve upon my figure. I will love my body if I rid myself of more weight or not. I will love my legs if the muscles become even more defined or not. I will love me regardless of that number that stares back from the scale.