My Singin' Legs

What is the purpose of looking behind you?  Looking back to your past?  Why do we do this?  People are in your past for a reason, a purpose.  Why do we try and pull them into our present?  Why? I did this today.  I was having a conversation with a friend and she asked, again, about my recent ex, Robby.  Did I miss him?  Would I consider being with him again?  And again, I answered that I didn't and I don't.  Talk about beating a dead horse!  Ugh... so then she mentions something about ex boyfriends; so, naturally, I start thinking about mine.  The one that I keep coming back to is Tommy.  He is the one with the unresolved past.  The one that broke up with me via text after I broke my foot.  I think that is the reason I think about him; the unfinished business thing.  The need to understand the REAL reason why he ended the relationship.  So, what do I do?  Crazy Emily goes and looks him up on Face...

Let me just tell you, it's powerful. Music moves me in ways I couldn't even begin to understand. There's an emotional reaction, a mental reaction, and depending on the song and circumstance, a physical reaction. I'm the kind of person that listens to happy music when I'm in a happy mood, sad music when I'm in a sad mood, and so on and so forth. Most people think I'm crazy for listening to sad music when I'm sad, but it helps me. It brings me, emotionally and mentally, to the same place so I can make everything fit and then move on.  It's how I process heartache; no matter the circumstance.  The same goes for when I'm angry.  I listen to hard music, loud music, angry music.  It takes me to the place I'm angry and through the words, I pull myself out of the darkness.  My car usually takes a beating when I'm in those moods.  I drive and beat my steering wheel. I can just listen to the music and be affected, but when I really need to ...

This song has been on repeat for the last several days.  I love Sara Bareilles and her music.  She's not afraid to be real and I love that about her.  I love the music.  I love the words.  I love my musical therapist.  Hope you enjoy it. Hold my breath and I'll count to ten I'm the paper and you're the pen You fill me in and you are permanent And you'll leave me to dry I'm the writer and she's the muse I'm the one that you always choose She will falter and gift her blame And it's starts all over again Again again again She is bright lights and cityscapes And white lies and cavalcades And she'll take all you ever have But I'm gonna love you You say maybe it'll last this time But I'm gonna love you You never have to ask I'm gonna love you 'Til you start looking back I'm gonna love you So right I wouldn't need a second chance Shield your eyes from the truth at hand Tell me why it'll be good a...