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It's hard to know where to start, when some things are nothing but blurry watercolor images that run with the rain that flooded the weekend, and other moments are frozen in time, not by the icy night desert wind, but by the stillframe image I have in my mind that allows me to hold on to people a little too tight.
My expectations run high and fueled with alcohol, I am a queen of letting you know when my own stupid expectations have not been met. I am sorry for that. In all of my life, I have never been good at letting go. Maybe it's time, I learned that lesson.
But that was the worst of it. The rest of the weekend, I nursed the wounds and enjoyed myself. I once again remember the potential that I saw in people and I am truly happy that those who posess the potential of greatness are well on their way of meeting it. I am reminded that love is not just a word it's a process and loving individuals mean including loving the flaws and I hope that street will always run both ways.
I am not the girl I used to be. I am still flawed and I still put my foot in my mouth on too many occasions. But what I know is that for a couple of days, I spent time with people I truly love. I heard music that grabbed me by the heart and throat and told me a story of where we have all been together. I am full of words in my head, but sometimes my words can not do justice to the life in my heart.
So I'll recall one little still frame moment and then I'll let go.
"We all shine on
with the moon and the stars and the sun
We all shine on."
Hey driver - don't be a shipwrecker, your wrecking our dreams. We are going to repopulate the world with the 8 of us in the van and positive thoughts.
Roll up the window and turn up the music.
Always, turn up the music.
My expectations run high and fueled with alcohol, I am a queen of letting you know when my own stupid expectations have not been met. I am sorry for that. In all of my life, I have never been good at letting go. Maybe it's time, I learned that lesson.
But that was the worst of it. The rest of the weekend, I nursed the wounds and enjoyed myself. I once again remember the potential that I saw in people and I am truly happy that those who posess the potential of greatness are well on their way of meeting it. I am reminded that love is not just a word it's a process and loving individuals mean including loving the flaws and I hope that street will always run both ways.
I am not the girl I used to be. I am still flawed and I still put my foot in my mouth on too many occasions. But what I know is that for a couple of days, I spent time with people I truly love. I heard music that grabbed me by the heart and throat and told me a story of where we have all been together. I am full of words in my head, but sometimes my words can not do justice to the life in my heart.
So I'll recall one little still frame moment and then I'll let go.
"We all shine on
with the moon and the stars and the sun
We all shine on."
Hey driver - don't be a shipwrecker, your wrecking our dreams. We are going to repopulate the world with the 8 of us in the van and positive thoughts.
Roll up the window and turn up the music.
Always, turn up the music.