The Mark of Three Tunes

I’m sure we all have songs that mark moments of our lives. I guess I’m still missing. When I think back these are a few of the songs that tend to be the ones that mark moments along my journey. There are several more. These three though left an everlasting mark.

In highschool I had this group of friends. We were almost always together. It almost seemed like it would never end. I don’t think we ever thought it would, or maybe we did I’m not sure. Every time I hear this song I think of them fondly. I’m still in touch with most of them, but we rarely actually see each other anymore. I ran across some old photographs the other day, and it was almost as good as watching old videos. I laughed and cried as I showed them to my husband and roommate. So many good memories. A few of the group have passed away, two of them killed in a car wreck, one recently died from a long-term illness. Time changes us all, but I will carry those guys with me in my heart for the rest of my life and I will remember them every time I hear this song.

I spent many nights of my teen years in the back of my ex boyfriend’s truck. Before you start getting dirty thoughts about that statement, most of that time wasn’t spent having sex! Most of it was spent surrounded by our friends, laughing, stargazing, and talking about the future. We had the world at our fingertips. The country was an interesting place to be a teenager. We didn’t have the same entertainment options that city kids had, so we found our own entertainment. We went fishing, had impromptu picnics on the side of a winding dirt road out in the country, or a party in someone’s field because it was a Friday night and we could. There was this swimming hole called the Mill Pond we all hung out at as well.  Life was good. Dirt roads still make me smile. I did a lot of growing up on them. I fell in love on one, I also got my heart-broken on one. A lot of lessons were learned and a lot of memories were made on them. (For my readers in the UK where who have can’t view the video I added a spotify track so you can hear the song)

This song, it marked the end of my childhood. I was 20. I had been living with my husband for a few weeks. I can’t say that my transition to living with him was exactly how we had planned it. In fact I ended up moving in with him a few months earlier than I had anticipated doing so and it happened at a time where there was a rift in my family. We were at odds with one another. Things are wonderful now. They love my husband and we have patched that rift. The first time I heard this song it was on NPR, my husband and I were in Atlanta Georgia on a weekend trip to get away. We were driving around and as soon as we heard the segment on the song and the band we located a music store, stopped and purchased the CD. It is still one of my favorite memories of the early part of our relationship. Though the song wasn’t a happy song, the moment that it represents was one where I knew my husband and I were meant to be. I already did, from the moment we met face to face for the first time, but this was one of those moments that sealed the deal.

 

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Being Neighborly Through Blogging

To those of you who haven’t notice I have taken part in the Blogging 101 challenge. Today is Day 11 & today’s assignment was to comment on 4 blogs that I had not visited before. These are the blogs I chose.  Each one of their blogs spoke to me, be it their post that I commented on, or their overall blog. I wanted to share with you their posts or about me page that I commented on. I hope you will take the time to check out their blogs fully and perhaps follow
them. Continue reading “Being Neighborly Through Blogging”

Why I am here.

I have journaled for as long as I can remember. It’s never been a continuous thing though. There are long parts of my life that go undocumented and there isn’t a record of it, that is in any concise easy to follow medium. There are bits and pieces of it every. I like to write though, and I have over the years became pretty good at various forms of the art.

When I became sick last year, I started writing again as a way to cope with the anxiety that I was under. The not knowing, the fears of not having a diagnosis, and then the fears of finally having a diagnosis, then that diagnosis turning into two. I was diagnosed with Antiphospholipid Syndrome in November, and then Lupus earlier this month. The anxieties of changing doctors, all of it. It’s been a journey to say the least.

I finally decided to make my journey public, because I know there are others out there that can relate no matter what their chronic conditions are, we can connect and can find common ground to relate to one to another and find ways to support one another.  Success for this blog and for myself is finding a way to grow from this, to help others and to remain positive when everything seems to be stacked against me. I will prevail, I will endure, and I will fight the good fight.

The Words Won’t Write Themselves

Had you met me when I was a curly-haired little 5-year-old and asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up, I would’ve simply answered: I will be a famous writer. This remained a dream of mine throughout my childhood, through my awkward years as a teenager. I saw my way through my twenties still saying, someday I WILL be a WRITER!!!! Here I sit at 30, wondering how I’m going to achieve this goal of being a famous writer and I finally realized where I was coming up short. The words won’t write themselves.