Well, now a can of worms has been opened.
Ever since I posted my guess at the song that was my favorite (for yesterday), other songs have been parading through my mind.
Melissa Lambert's "The House That Built Me" gets to me lately.
It's a hard time in my life, right now, and sometimes I feel like I just need to go back to being a little girl and be fortified a little more before I continue.
Do you ever feel that way? Like you're not ready for this? Kinda like a dog who doesn't want to go . . . sitting at the end of a leash being pulled tight.
And then I remember that "you can't go home again." And I don't feel any better.
Oh, to be a little girl again for just a week or so. I swear, I would store up all the peace and the reassurance and the simplicity . . . not waste a crumb of it. I would fill my pockets and my shoes and my socks until I had enough to live off of for a lifetime.
But that's just me.
Time to deport Abbas
9 minutes ago