So I'm finally seeking therapy... and I'm SO excited. I get to pay someone to listen to all of my STUFF (and save you some work, too! bonus!). I was joking last night at work, as we listened to Liz Wright, that I should just hand my new therapist a stack of song lyrics. "Here's me - in lyrical form. Enjoy." Something to add to the list:
"And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones."
-Decemberists
My Rachel friend just sent that my way. Isn't it magical? Of course, it is on my Hype Machine dashboard. So go listen. Enjoy. :)
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