Do you have one of those songs that just picks you up and puts you back on track? Actually more than just back on track but puts you in that “I got this sh*t” attitude and ready to kick some butt and take some names.
Today I heard a Pat Benatar song in the store, We Belong. It made me a bit melancholy, because we did not belong together. I drove home singing it anyway and feeling kind of blue. I made a mental note to create a Spotify playlist of some of my favorite 80’s rock and make sure to include some Pat Benatar.
Which led me to this:
Now I believe there comes a time,
When everything just falls in line.
We live and learn from our mistakes,
The deepest cuts are healed by faith.
Now I believe! All fired up.
–All Fired Up, Pat Benatar
Thank you Ms. Benatar for reminding me of heartbreak and then (most importantly) reminding me that I got this sh*t.
A little faith is all it takes…
I do believe and my time is now. My time is coming. It just keeps getting better and better. I’ve lived. I’ve learned. And those cuts that I never thought I would survive, they are indeed healed by faith. Time hasn’t healed all wounds. But faith is healing them.
I used to think faith related only to religion. And I honestly had no faith in myself. Believing in myself is something that I’m still working on each day. I do have faith in something bigger than me and something/someone watches over me and showers me with blessings and strength to keep going. Some days I’m uncertain what I call it, you could say that I’ve been struggling with my faith in a traditional sense.
However, I’m learning that I have faith in life, in this process. I have faith in continuing to learn, grow and discover. I have faith that I get to choose to be happy. I have faith and believe in me. This is not to say that I don’t believe in more. Just to say that for the first time in my life I’m starting to truly believe in me. That feels strange to say at this age. I’ll be 50 before 2014 is over and NOW I believe in myself. Geez, girl what took you so long?!?!
The most powerful lesson I’ve learned is that I get to choose to be happy. Oh and I choose happy, and I’ll choose it every day. I choose fired up. I choose to believe in myself and let that faith heal the deepest cuts. And then I’ll say a little prayer and sing a little worship song. And I’ll know that life is good. I’m still learning and still healing.
**Footnote: I actually have several songs and artists that really light me up, I tend to get pretty passionate and a bit crazy about some of my favorite music. I put the FAN in fanatic. I’m a fan girl. More specifically a KISS-fan girl. OK, I don’t paint my face or dress up or anything but I can talk your ear off about KISS and demonstrate a few signature moves of Gene and Paul. Give me a glass of processco (or two) and put on some KISS and I’ll be joining in with the karaoke. In spite of the fact that I swore I would NEVER! There may or may not be documented proof of this. Hey, I was in Italy drinking processco and with my new friends…all bets were off. Oh and I’m going to see KISS next month for the 7th time, 30 years after the first time. I’m so excited and I’ll be close enough that they will look like real people. Well, real people with makeup and costumes. And I’ll be singing and dancing the whole time, but that is not karaoke. 🙂 Rock on. Be happy.
