Trouble's Braids

i'm listening to a mix i made last year. the goal was to make a cd of songs that represent who i am. it's been an awfully long year. i built things and they fell apart. i became things and i fell apart. and still, even after all that change, it still rings true.

i was born a fool for love like sandy rogers sings. beck points out it's nobody's fault but my own and damn if he isn't right. i've still got one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train no matter who sings house of the rising sun. like laurie anderson, my brain continues to be really bossy. sam & dave suggest that i hold on, they're coming but it doesn't matter. this time around i'm going to help myself. i did learn that.

i don't quite believe it yet, but i bet that soon i'll feel like pulling on trouble's braids again, too. because that's who i am. and yeah, i'll remember this year. vividly and forever. with clarity. i'll remember what happens when you pull on trouble's braids and i'll do it again. because i am alive.