If I can make it through this winter I can make it through anything.
I used to be actively engaged with music. Somehow, somewhere I fell off the wagon.
I miss turning up Braid and screaming the words at the top of my lungs. I miss the feeling of someone singing about how I felt when I thought no one else thought that way. I can't remember the last time I purchase a c.d. or downloaded one for that matter. I LOVE MUSIC, what happened!
This kind of weather makes you wonder about yourself. What the hell am I doing here sitting wrapped up in blankets. Shouldn't I be saving the world, or at least finishing one of the eight books I'm reading?