I might inch out onto a limb here for a second and say something.
I am no longer heartbroken.
I think that’s what prompted this recent rash of playlist compilations. I can now share this intimate window into where I was a few months ago without it feeling like I am opening my diary and letting everyone read along as I write it.
No, that’s not what this blog is. The thought that this space is the severely edited and filtered version of me should leave you laying awake at night. Perhaps with a rosary.
These songs. ::sigh:: There are some slightly embarrassing classics, lots of recent discoveries and a few that tell just the right story. I tried to get them in at least a logical sound progression, even though the emotions are all over the place. But that’s how healing goes, right?