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Move along, or, An Ode To Ann

God talks to my sister through the scriptures and quiet thoughts, or her children. I've usually got my music up so loud, He has to shout through music lyrics to get much through to me. Today the medium is the All-American Rejects' "Move Along."

"Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through...
When everything is wrong, we move along..."

This is a song that is usually played at high volumes as I sail down the road, windows down, volume up, and I wave one arm as I shout along (of course, I do this to "The Kill" by 30 Seconds to Mars, too, so don't read into it that much. It's what I do. It's my thing. My schtick.). Today, I'm sitting at my desk, going over orders and reports (327-ish to go) listening to music (through earphones, for the sake and sanity of my co-workers) and this song comes on. I've got this CD I made of songs that make me happy (think "Chicken Payback" by The Bees--and if you don't know The Bees, shame on you!), and "Move Along" is on it, and I've got it on repeat. Today is the first time the words hit me differently.

Funny how your view can shift in a second. Life has thrown me in a spot I vowed I'd adore if I ever lived this long (SWF, 20s, healthy, loving life), and I'm trying so hard to love it. It's difficult to do it alone, though. It's definitely not easy being a single mid 20s-yr-old Mormon girl, esp. when I feel that I am good enough by myself, I don't need someone else to "complete me" or whatever, but I want that dreamy life of children and being a stay-at-home mom (at least today I'll admit that). I want a companion, I want someone that I can love and be friends with, and share something with. I think I frighten guys by my independence and brilliant mind--in the words of Amy Garder of the West Wing,
"I have charm, I have brains, I have legs that go all the way down to the floor, my friend." :) One of my best friends said that I am the "total package" and that scares people away. I'm sorry... if I am (and I am), I'm not going to change that to make someone else feel better. Someday my quirks and best will be alluring to a guy who's ready to climb out of the treehouse fort and play with the girls for awhile instead of running back to hang out with the guys when they start to have feelings for someone.

So, in a bittersweetheart attempt to achieve my dream hair (eg Ann's) I now have a deep brownish mahogany. I kind of dig it. :) I'll have to take a picture. So it's not exactly even that close to Ann's, but I think it looks good. :)

2 Responses so far.

  1. Ann says:

    do, do take a picture!! :) Love ya!

  2. kannie says:

    OK - shame on me, LOL. No idea who The Bees are, LOL!

    But one of my favorite songs for tough days is, "If You're Going Through Hell" - I find that it helps me considerably ;-). Bond is a great group for combining passion and classical structure, too - I know some people probably think they're tacky, but it's GREAT "get the stress out" music that also helps re-introduce order when my mind is chaotic.

    On the 20-something "lot in life," I think that being independent *is* scary to guys... but good men like it (as long as it's a secure, *pleasant* independent ;-). I tended to think of it (and still do) as saying, "I choose to depend on you." If that helps at all...

    And yes, do post pics of your hair!!! :-)

    *oh - I just realized that I haven't sent an invite over to our blog, LOL - so I just sent one to what I think might be your addy, LOL. Anyway, if you don't see one soon, send an email to krista dot norton at gmail dot com, and I'll send one to your real email, LOL!


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