Sometime last year, around the holidays, the floodgates opened. I started writing music again and haven't stopped. It has felt really good. Healthy, like blood running strong through my veins. It can also feel a bit scary, like a force to be reckoned with. Are we all sometimes scared of ourselves? of what we're capable of feeling? and then being ok with it?When I complete a song, I feel heard. Even if only by myself.
I think, to allow yourself to feel what you really feel is to love yourself.
These are the thoughts on my mind before I get ready for bed tonight.
The picture of the heart rock is for you, Amy!
