It is time that I come back to my roots in writing. I started keeping a journal before I knew how to write, twice even writing on the walls in our old house. I miss writing about the little things in life. I have another journal for the deep things, and we may get deep here too-- we'll see where the words lead me. None-the-less, it's time to look at the little things in life and make note of them.

The little things are most often what make the largest difference.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Train-- I'm About To Come Alive

Do you ever hear a song for the first time that just grabs hold of your heart and wont let go? One where you feel tears behind your eyes before you realize why they are there?

"Maybe I'm not but you're all that I've got left to believe in
Don't give up on me
I'm about to come alive
And I know that it's been hard
And it's been a long time comin'
Don't give up on me
I'm about to come alive."

Train just did that to me.



Don't give up on me.

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There is so much more to write here. But not publicly. Just think about what it means and what it is like to look at someone and ask, "don't give up on me."
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