A Bed of Songs & Stories

"A Sorta Fairytale" - Tori Amos Hello my beautiful blog. Exactly one month from now my world will change completely. I knew September would hold more than a 2-year old broken heart and it took just that long for me to realize that the break was necessary for such an astounding and life-altering experience to occur. No, I'm not getting married (at least not yet) and no, I'm not pregnant (and trust me, when that happens it would be by a man who loves me and whom I truly love). Although this excruciatingly hot August still isn't over, it marks the end of what I've been used to all this time. People say it's common to feel anxious, overwhelmed, unsure, and in a daze, but I feel none of these. I merely say it to agree with them since obviously, everyone tends to have an opinion regardless if being asked. Some are solid, some contrast, and some make absolutely no sense. I take it for face value and know that they all mean well. There's the pros, the cons, a...

"Georgia on My Mind"- Ray Charles You could never know and see everything there is to know and see so when an opportunity presents itself to travel, take it. The best part is getting a chance to experience something different and maybe even liking it. A lot. Surprisingly, this is what a small town did for me. I knew I landed on new grounds the minute my plane hit a runway filled with scattered green patches. After almost 5 hours of being trapped in a confined space, I was more than ready to get off for a breath of fresh air. Sadly, I was warned that this time of year may slap me in the face with a wet towel the minute I leave the artificial breeze, but fortunately the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport doesn't exactly have an easy way out. I had to walk down an extended hallway to another extended hallway to the tram that lead to the end of the baggage claim area. Once there, I climbed two escalators to another tram that lead to the rental car center. I p...

"Space Age Love Song" - Flock of Seagulls One day long ago, I decided to climb up onto the mantel right above my fireplace surrounded by brick plastered in white paint. I wanted to see myself in the big wall mirror, thinking that I had enough space to stand. So, I stood. I guess I didn't stay still because last I remember, I fell face first against the brick floor. It took years for my mouth full of crooked teeth to get clamped with metal wire and rubber bands in all sorts of colors. I was pulled, poked, scraped, twisted, and bent out of shape! Did I mention this was at school where all the name-calling took place? "Brace Face," "Metal Mouth," and even "Smurfette" for making the ill-advised choice to switch to blue rubberbands! I couldn't bite into an apple, chew gum, eat ice, or even enjoy the simplest things like smiling without being teased. I was prone to accidents for never listening to these limitations and once had to get rushed t...