Flashback to March 30, 2011.
I had to go to the orthodontist this morning. He’s a communist… WHAT?
After they water boarded me, and tightened my teeth to the point that I broke into tears and confessed every sin I’ve ever committed, they took my money and dumped me back into the alley out front. I climbed helplessly back into my car, safe from my tormentors for another 5 weeks.
When I started the car, I was met by one of my all time favorite songs, the Black Crowes, “She Talks to Angels,” and I am instantly transported to Pensacola Beach, Florida, standing out of the sunroof of my best friend’s Honda Accord on a hot July night. “Yeah she gives a smile when the pain comes, the pain gonna make everything all right….” oh and it does. Slightly because I am moderately masochist and slightly because pain is a reminder that I am living and I can feel wholly. I switch the wipers on and head out into the rainy March morning… mouth sore.
What follows my song however, is Melissa Ethridge’s, “Angels Would Fall,” and I can’t help but think I stumbled into an angelic lineup this morning on my random iPod…interesting. “The rope that’s wrapped around me, is cutting through my skin, and the doubts that have surrounded me, are finding their way in,” I listen as she goes on to speak of someone that would have the ability to makes angels want to fall from grace, and I realize that I do not ever want to make that mistake again. No one should have the ability to completely change who you are. Growing and adapting together is one thing, but to fall and allow yourself to become someone you yourself are not familiar with, NO WAY.
Of course as luck would have it, the last song that hits before I get back to work is Counting Crows, “Angels of the Silences,” Now I believe I am being given a message of some sort, so I pay attention to the lyrics…. as if I am not fluent in them. “Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand, Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand? I guess there might not be too many who would stand beside you now, Where’d you come from? Where am I going?” The last question sticks with me, where am I going?
The only true answer that came to mind, EVERYWHERE. I am going everywhere.