Living
Hope when you take that jump, you don't fear the fall
Hope when the water rises, you built a wall
Hope when the crowd screams out, they're screaming your name
Hope if everybody runs, you choose to stay
Hope that you fall in love, and it hurts so bad
The only way you can know is give it all you have
And I hope that you don't suffer but take the pain
Hope when the moment comes, you'll say...
I, I did it all
I, I did it all
I owned every second that this world could give
I saw so many places, the things that I did
With every broken bone, I swear I lived
Hope that you spend your days, but they all add up
And when that sun goes down, hope you raise your cup
Oh, I wish that I could witness all your joy and all your pain
But until my moment comes, I'll say...
Lately, this song has just been speaking to a deep part of me. I can't stop hearing it or singing it.
Midlife crisis? Or just a life reassessment?
You know how sometimes a blessing sometimes comes disguised as a curse? I've always felt that way about being a young, single mother. When it happened, I was determined to be the best mother I could be. But life was so HARD. All the time, it seemed relentless. No money, difficult jobs, raising a child that came with NO manual (seriously, did you guys get a manual?? Because mine didn't come with one.) and it seemed like everyone was doing it better.
But through a concerted effort of my risk-taking and my child being brilliant, he survived and actually turned out pretty great.
So after years of raising an awesome child, I guess it's time to figure myself out and what kind of mark I'll make on the world. Or at least on my little corner of it. And I'm consumed by a NEED to make that mark.
That's where I'm at right now. Seems like a good place, right? I just need some sort of plan, or goal, or, you know, an idea of where I'm heading with all of this.
Yep, sort of sounds midlife crisis-y to me.
Hope when the water rises, you built a wall
Hope when the crowd screams out, they're screaming your name
Hope if everybody runs, you choose to stay
Hope that you fall in love, and it hurts so bad
The only way you can know is give it all you have
And I hope that you don't suffer but take the pain
Hope when the moment comes, you'll say...
I, I did it all
I, I did it all
I owned every second that this world could give
I saw so many places, the things that I did
With every broken bone, I swear I lived
Hope that you spend your days, but they all add up
And when that sun goes down, hope you raise your cup
Oh, I wish that I could witness all your joy and all your pain
But until my moment comes, I'll say...
Lately, this song has just been speaking to a deep part of me. I can't stop hearing it or singing it.
Midlife crisis? Or just a life reassessment?
You know how sometimes a blessing sometimes comes disguised as a curse? I've always felt that way about being a young, single mother. When it happened, I was determined to be the best mother I could be. But life was so HARD. All the time, it seemed relentless. No money, difficult jobs, raising a child that came with NO manual (seriously, did you guys get a manual?? Because mine didn't come with one.) and it seemed like everyone was doing it better.
But through a concerted effort of my risk-taking and my child being brilliant, he survived and actually turned out pretty great.
So after years of raising an awesome child, I guess it's time to figure myself out and what kind of mark I'll make on the world. Or at least on my little corner of it. And I'm consumed by a NEED to make that mark.
That's where I'm at right now. Seems like a good place, right? I just need some sort of plan, or goal, or, you know, an idea of where I'm heading with all of this.
Yep, sort of sounds midlife crisis-y to me.
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