Reflections...

"Second Guessing"
Jonny Lang

Second guessin' first impressions
There you go again
Rushing off in all directions
Since I don't know when
All day long you're building walls
You're building walls all day
Putting ceilings on your feelings
When they should fly away

Don't you think it's time you quit it
Don't you think it's time you admit it
Your heart is more worthy of trust
Than the thoughts in your mind that sit there gathering dust

Everything you're looking for
You'll know when it's real
You'll know when you've found it
By the way you feel

Writing down your deepest emotions
With your pen in hand
Your piece of paper flew out the window
You watched it try and land
You felt bad as it flew out of sight
A part of your heart alone in the night
All of a sudden you didn't mind it
When you pictured that lonely stranger that would find it

Everything you're looking for
You'll know when it's real
You'll know when you've found it
By the way you feel

I was cruising along today in-between my many errands when this song came onto the shuffle. I *heart* Mr. Jonny Lang... however, this song has a new found level of meaningfulness to me now. I realize now that this song really fits into why I think many of us blog. I know when I was off rummaging through blogs the other day that even if it's through pain, joy or frustration we're all hoping to find ourselves not so alone in that emotion.

I worked a half day today because of the holiday. I attempted to take advantage of the time and get some stuff done. However, I would almost swear the universe was working against me. If I tried phoning somewhere I couldn't get an answer, if I tried speaking with people regarding things to be done... they seemed completely incompetent. I wonder if the universe was trying to tell me to relax and catch my breath. I'm incapable of doing so though.

Lately I've found myself uninterested in TV. Shows that I normally like watching are now starting to bore me. Granted when it gets dark all I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep. I feel like someone has taken all my energy away.

My digital camera is broken. Well... maybe not broken but not working properly since my b.i.l dropped it on concrete. This makes for a very sad Karen. Growing up with photographers as parents I feel like I can't function without the power to document my every waking moment. Very tragic.

I'm off to bask in the glow of Heroes. One of the few shows I still like... If I don't die of heat stroke in November I will return... one of these days.