In like 1986, when I was seven years old, I heard the following song on Family Ties and it struck me as the most beautiful and romantic song ever. My thoughts on that particular subject have changed over the years, but this song still holds a special place in my heart, and I get all teary eyed whenever I hear it, which admittedly isn’t often. For some reason, I’ve had it in my head the last couple of days and have been singing it to myself.
What did you think I would do at this moment
When you’re standing before me
With tears in your eyes
Trying to tell me that you have found you another
And you just don’t love me no more
What did you think I would say at this moment
When I’m faced with the knowledge
That you just don’t love me
Did you think I would curse you
Or say things to hurt you
’cause you just don’t love me no more
Did you think I could hate you
Or raise my hands to you
Now come on you know me too well
How could I hurt you when darling I love you
And you know I’d never hurt you
What do you think I would give at this moment
If you’d stay I’d subtract twenty years from my life
I’d fall down on my knees
And kiss the ground that you walk on
If I could just hold you again
I’d fall down on my knees
And kiss the ground that you walk on baby
If I could just hold you…
If I, could just hold you…
If I could just hold you
The time after dinner, but before bed, where I am free to do whatever I choose. Sometimes that means going out. Sometimes that means hanging out with the kids. Sometimes it means cuddling up with my cat and reading. Regardless, it’s my time to let go of the day to day grind, and I cherish it greatly.
Runner up: Early Saturday morning (say around 5:30 ish) when I wake up and realize I don’t have to go to work, so I roll over, cuddle up next to D, and fall back asleep with a smile on my face.
High Fidelity! The opening quote is my absolute fave:
“What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?”- Rob
I started reading I Am That Girl by Alexis Jones as part of my three week Beachbody accountability group, and this part had me in tears. In a good way. So far, I’m loving it.
I am enough. I have enough. I do enough.
I am me. Every day.
Not who I think others expect me to be,
But the real, unedited, beauty-full, perfectly flawed version.
I choose to think for myself.
I speak my truth
And wrestle with life’s tough questions over and over again.
I daydream about a better world and strive to make it my reality.
My purpose drives me
And I give it the freedom to change and evolve.
I breathe life into my dreams and to the dreams of others.
I believe in magic. I look for it everywhere.
I make an adventure of ordinary things.
Create, imagine, reinvent, and get lost.
I do things that inspire me.
I defy the odds, raise my hand, sit at the table and lean in.
I refuse to give up.
I pursue my passion at all costs. I do things that terrify me.
My head dances among the stars, and my feet remain on mother earth.
I’m willing to ask the hard questions, to take chances, to love with my whole heart.
My mistakes and failures make me stronger.
I do not ascribe my worth to external validation, but my character.
I surround myself with phenomenal people,
Especially ones who don’t always agree with me.
I choose authenticity over perfection.
I appreciate the small details that tend to go unnoticed by others.
My worth is innate and immeasurable. I try to remind myself of that, daily.
I exercise patience as often as possible,
Stay vulnerable even when I want to close my heart
And practice coexisting with things that make me uncomfortable.
I set boundaries, work to honor them,
And am willing to edit people out of my life who don’t.
I walk more than a mile in other people’s shoes,
And suspend judgment as long as humanly possible.
I remember to laugh more, stress less, forgive often, and inject love everywhere I can.
I do my best to relinquish every ounce of control because it’s futile.
I throw my hands up, close my eyes, and
Revel in life’s awesome and mysterious ride.
My emotions are fleeting, they do not define me.
My choices do, and I do my best to make good ones.
I feed my body good, whole foods,
But I don’t punish myself for the occasional indulgence.
I move my body every day. I stretch, challenge, and honor her.
I rest when I need to.
I don’t accept every invitation that comes my way.
I practice saying “no.”
Show myself kindness, compassion, and unconditional love.
I am my best friend, I’m proud of me.
I share my life’s lessons with others, even the not so shiny ones.
I hold nothing back. Cry when I need to,
But also recognize when I need to buck up.
I remember to breathe and in that space, I find my calm among the chaos.
I owe it to myself to be remarkable, so I am.