And Life Is Like a Song

You’re driving to work and your JAM comes on the radio.  You’ve loved this song for years.  And suddenly, mid-verse, you realize you’ve been singing the wrong words all along. You laugh at yourself.  You slowly repeat it “your way” just to be sure and you wonder how it took you so long to notice (and, if you’re like me, you even think about all the times people heard you sing that song and wonder why not one of them let you know you didn’t have it right). But once you’ve accepted those newly-learned words, that song you love makes much more sense. And you just can’t go back to singing it the way you did before.

We are taught to count our blessings and not our problems.  To be grateful for the things we do have, because they can be gone in the blink of an eye.  It’s perfectly good advice.  But what happens when we focus so much on the good that we begin to settle for the bad? For me, focusing on the good became my way to cope with those areas of my life that were less than what I wanted them to be.  It was okay that I’d let a dream or two fall by the wayside. It was okay that I wasn’t happy or fulfilled at work, because I was so happy at home.  What did I have to complain about, really?  I was grateful.

One day, reality tapped me on the shoulder and said, “You are hiding behind “’happy’.” And that truth stung like a bitter cold wind.  I WAS hiding.  From my goals and dreams, and from the life I really wanted.  I’d been living all wrong, like the lyrics to the song.  I began the same process—slowly analyzing the details of my life, you know, just to be sure.  Then I had a good laugh at myself for taking so long to get it.  Even had the nerve to wonder why nobody told me.  And finally, it was time to accept it.  Accepting means change.  And change, for me, means moving toward all the things I’d been hiding from, all the things I feared.

It’s a scary thing, but I’m so excited about where I’m going, that I want you all to come along for the ride.  There’s so much we can learn from each other.  I hope you don’t mind if I blast the music.  Life is my jam.  Time to sing.

 

 

 

 

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