Day 20: Music.
If you are a frequent reader of The Grateful Life you are well aware of my intense girl crush on the amazing, beautiful, super rad singer/song writer Tristan Prettyman. And if you're not a frequent reader, why hello there! My name is Trish. I wish I were friends with Ms. Prettyman so badly that my very best friend recently said to me "I'm actually a little scared of you for her...." So...that's probably not normal, right? I digress. TP's newest album, Cedar + Gold, was released last month and I'm completely in love with it from start to finish. I am also totally biased in this opinion due to aforementioned girl crush and you know what? I don't give a hoot---home girl's latest is just so good. The reason why this particular album is so lovely is because it's her story. It's her truth. It's her authentic self bravely sharing her heartbreak with anyone who cares to sing along and for me, it embodies the reasons why music is such a beautiful and important part of life. I am contacted fairly regularly by you, my incredible readers, with questions about life, love, relationships, careers, etc. I am always deeply humbled to know there are folks who feel my own (unfinished) story perhaps can help shed light on some truth within their own. While mulling over my gratitude for music in context for today's post, my thoughts kept circling back to this: There are thousands upon thousands of books, articles, songs, blogs out there aiming to help make love, romance and relationships "easier", "better", more "successful", etc.. I love that as humans we strive to try and make life more manageable for our fellow earth dwellers by sharing our thoughts, opinions and experiences in this way; that we seek to ease the path for one another by taking the opportunity to connect. But isn't the plethora of varying advice at our fingertips also sort of proof that there truly isn't one concrete answer to how-to-do-it-right? That we are complicated creatures, unique beings in unique situations every step of the way? That what works for one person or one couple may not work for another and that...let's be honest....if someone had the be all end all answer to happily ever after there wouldn't be so many broken hearts out there? For me personally, there are moments (though they are fewer and further between) when the weight of my past mistakes...years later...still come crashing down on me so heavily it feels quite like drowning; gasping for understanding of how I could have possibly let anything painful happen to myself and people I love. How I could ever be so destructive, selfish and outside-of-myself at times while I struggle to make sense of how it all can shift so quickly; while I once tried to understand where my courage and spirit ran off to, leaving me to fumble and fall for months on end. I don't know that there will ever be cut and dry answers to these questions (and many more). But I do know that my mistakes are, whether I like it or not, a piece of my story. They are a chapter in my tale that has shaped me to become the woman I am today. And I know what is most important to remember is that they are just one piece. One piece in a (hopefully) long and love filled life. I am grateful for what I learned and how I grew--how everyone in any less than sunny scenario learned and grew. And presently? Presently I am grateful for how my trials allow me, much like a song that is written and sung from the heart, to connect with folks who may choose to read my blog. So today, out of love and gratitude for music, I encourage you all to keep connecting. Keep sharing. Keep hair brush singing until your spirit's lighten, our judgements of self and others lift and our authentic selves feel strong enough to rock the life we're blessed with. Because after all--like our dear, brave, cooler-than-I'll-ever-be TP says, who knows--maybe the best hasn't happened yet. love and light, Trish
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