I won’t go into much detail here, although longtime readers of this blog will know some of the story, but I think I’d lost my way. Certainly discovering the family secret and why I hadn’t known my father growing up had much to do with it. But it took so long to really work through it, I think I lost my way through it all.
That’s normal, I would say, but now I feel like I’m finally back. Not just the old me, but the new me who’d grown so much by discovering my true identity. It feels good to blend the two me’s. And it occurs to me that perhaps we don’t even know we’ve lost our way until we’ve found it again.
And in spite of my music journey leading me to EDM, of all things, I find myself reaching back and celebrating by listening to the best decade of country music from the 90s as I edit my current manuscript. Brooks & Dunn, especially, bring back the angst, the excitement, the highs, the lows, and complete ecstasy of falling in love with my husband.
This may seem like an odd choice for a song, but it strikes just the right chord of my heart. It makes me smile.
Here’s to us, celebrating 25 years together: