mo' music

more good music.
was introduced to this one by josh

then i didn't realize they sang this song as well, which has always been a favorite.

and this defines me and my love...

getting ready for my travels to fiji...and this takes me there in more ways than one.

songs that make me feel better.

came across this title while on stumbleupon.com (which is the best site ever) and thought i'd create my own post of it. 

love music.
love listening to the way words are used.
love how notes draw emotion without saying a thing.
love when the two come together in a unified effort.

music can get me riled up.  (LOVE jogging and working out to good tunes)
music can sooth my broken heart
music can give me hope, courage and inspire me to do more than i thought.

music. is. magic.

below are a few tunes that make feel better.

this song does something inside of me--it makes me want to run my heart out (which is my measurement of "goodness")

this song makes me move "take to the sky"

makes me want to get up and get going with my life. don't let the little things get me down. and seriously, kelly is the cooooolest.

weezer + a little bit of magic = big fat smile

sports videos and the passion that goes with it is definitely motivation to get back up.


this song is a favorite...but really who doesn't love this song (yes, even anti-smiley miley fans can't deny that this is good). does bring back memories of a night being sick on the couch and having a man love and take care of me.



the beat they have in their music: love. it. reminds me there are things in life that are out of my control. so take courage.

road trips & a tidal wave.

the shawn and i are taking a road trip tomorrow to visit one of my g-friendies and her husband in arizona.

road trips seem to clear the brain and boy do we need it.

we are being confronted with decision after decision, like a tidal wave that just keeps growing and growing and will, at any unexpected minute crash down capsizing us.  answers just don't seem to be coming and the anticipation and constant question of "what should we do" looms overhead.  i fear time will take away our opportunities.  i've been holding my breath ready to be capsized by water, only the water hasn't fallen. 

and i wonder, why hasn't it?

maybe the tidal wave, this fearful unknown, growing anticipation and confusion above me won't actually crash down on me. 

maybe, just maybe it is there to push me the safety of the shore...

i don't know the purpose of this or understand it.

so, i'll try to take a step back, recognize reality, measure it, take a deep breath and then make the decisions within my control.

there is purpose and reason behind this.
i believe in moving forward with no regrets.
i believe that there are no mistakes but only opportunities of learning, if i allow.


what i am learning is priceless.

and who knows where it will take us.

who knows.
:)

it's perspective...

this song once hurt. but only when seen in the wrong light.  reality. they're my words. unabashedly, with courage and honesty ...my love is deeper and more timeless than i have been able to understand.
and it scares me.
i have and will always love... and continue to wait.

patiently.

and hoping
it's bringing me
     one.
         step.
             closer.

the right way i started my morning...

listening to these beautiful people. 

in a beautiful place.

it makes me yearn for a simple life.

one that consists of a beat-up car and a nap in a hammock 

listening to the wind in the trees and the tide of the waves.

(ps. i miss you fiji...)

deja vu

sitting on the couch.
dressed up and ready to go--

do you ever feel like everyone is going, buzzing, and filled with energy, passion, but you?

i feel it's been this way for too long.
i just can't jump back on the carousel and it won't ever stop to wait for me.  but it really shouldn't. 
i know that.

i'll keep sitting here.  waiting.  i probably shouldn't. 
but i will.
for tonight.

airport conversations

sitting at the airport.
flight has been delayed.
a group of women sitting next to me.  completely involved in their own conversation; oblivious that it has overstepped and entered the "comfort zones" of everyone else in the waiting area.  sharing their thoughts about relationships, children, their hygeine and life for all of us to be apart of.  awkward.  just kind of. 

probably not.

no doubt the tables have been reversed more than just once.

ps.  not ready to come home and take on life.  i should be--5 days of freedom is more than i could ask for.  but nope.  not ready one bit.