Just contemplations and Questions that constantly spin in my head
As some of you may know, my degree is in Psychology. I took a lot of classes in the developmental area of Psych (in fact, I think I had Child Development with you, Alyssa). One thing we learned was that when a baby hears another baby crying, it often will start to cry too. This is one of…
I’m a psychology major too! And seeing people cry happens to make me cry too :)
I am so tired of caring….caring what people a work think, caring what my husband thinks, caring how my life turns out…its just so old. I’m over it.
You and your music changed my life…I thank you for thatThank you all so much for making the Battle Studies tour such a huge success and a pleasure. I’m going to miss seeing your faces every night. Thanks for singing along. And for accepting me. You don’t know how good that feels. And thanks for the signs, the clever, funny, awesome signs. And for…
GPOYW - A Self Portrait of The Artist Three Days Before His Metaphoric Retirement
“Via 4029tv.com: SPRINGDALE, Ark. — Micayla Patterson, 17, was killed when the truck she was riding in was hit near downtown Tulsa. Patterson was returning home after a John Mayer concert.”
I’m sitting in my dressing room in Houston, having just read this terrible news. My heart and…
This is one of the many reasons I love John Mayer…his heart and genuine empathyI think we all understand on some level that stress is bad for us. Of course emotionally but the physical toll is staggering. Someone I know had a heart attack today. With fast food, lack of exercise, obesity running rampant in our society, I’m sure you imagine this person as some over weight, unhealthy individual….someone emulating the mistakes of his family before him. But you would be incorrect. He brings his home made, healthy lunch to work everyday, he has a home gym (that he actually uses 5 days a week) along with his personal trainer, he is slim and fit and in his 40’s (maybe 50’s) now, he has no family history of heart disease. What does he have? Stress. Plain and simple. Stress to maintain the fortune he has created, stress of a nasty divorce that is on on it’s third year of hell while his new wife can just stand by his side, helpless. Stress. Such an abstract word, not concrete until it manifests itself into a completely blocked artery, choking the life from your heart. It doesn’t get more concrete than that.
Luckily for this man I have come to care about, he is going to escape this with a new stint and a new appreciation of life. And luckiest of all, are all of us who do care, because we get to have his lesson without the close call of death. For today, I am able to “let it go”.
I feel like I’m still young…I’m 33 and at this point in my life, I feel like I’m at the top of my game. I look better than I did even in high school, I have a great, well-paying job (where I am actually crazy about the two guys I work for) I still get hit on….not daily, but often enough to feel like I’m attractive to a certain extent, people are drawn to me….what the fuck is your problem, you ask? I’m dead inside. I don’t feel passion, I don’t feel the drive to create anymore, I haven’t had my breath taken away from me in who knows how long. But is that the trade off? Can it all look so great from the outside and have the inside match at the same time? People see it too…I hear “you look tired” a lot..but I don’t feel tired. I think they are just missing that spark that has burned out. I want my spark back.
I have felt this way about Twitter from the beginning…even Facebook isn’t enough. When I saw that you posted on here and I could have this outlet where I didn’t have to lay myself out there for friends and family to judge me in 140 or less, I felt like I could breathe again. I felt like I could write for this group of people who could get to know me for all the things I can’t say to the people I deal with on a daily basis. The person I really am. And even if no one ends up following me, at least it’s out there which makes me feel more like I truly exist in this world.Last week in Los Angeles I participated in a live Q&A as part of an ASCAP expo on songwriting. When the topic of Twitter came up, I explained my waning interest in it being part of my daily life. By no means do I think it’s over as a medium altogether, but I do think that the days of “Twitter: The…
This is my life, figuring out when to stop pleasing everyone and just please myself because in the end, the happiest verSion of me is what will please everyone else.I’m not out to please everybody - I’ve actually been out to try not to displease anybody, and that’s even harder work. It’s like Prozac for creativity - cutting off the highs and lows and the risks and the rewards so that nobody walks away from a show or listens to an album with a passionate…
The ancient Sanskrit legends speak of a destined love, a karmic connection between souls that are fated to meet and collide and enrapture one another. The legends say that the loved one is instantly recognized because she’s loved in every gesture, every expression of thought, every movement, every sound, and every mood that prays in her eyes. The legends say that we know her by her wings - the wings that only we can see - and because wanting her kills every other desire of love.
