tweets of an introvert

                                                   

        2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,
        "Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,
         .......Winter just wasn't my season"...........

So sorry, melting ice cream in the back of my car on this hot afternoon, but one of my favorite songs just came on the radio and that's why i'm still sitting here in the driveway with the windows rolled up so no one hears me...

         'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
          And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
          No one can find the rewind button, girl.
          So cradle your head in your hands
          And breathe... just breathe,
          Oh breathe, just breathe

I just love these tweets by Rick Warren.  If I were an extrovert, I would tweet these and all these other random thoughts in my head for the world to see, but since I'm not, I'll just shove them away here, in the back of this dark pantry, behind those old cans of outdated tuna that i keep saying i'm going to use in a casserole one day...

              

Rick's tweets:    You can moan or you can move on.

                       Moving on doesn't mean you've stopped caring; it means you can't change it.

I needed to hear that today.  I've been doing too much moaning lately and not enough moving.  Letting fear immobilize me.  God has a plan for my life. And if I don't pick myself up and hurl myself down that path, I'll never find that plan.  Even if I fail miserably, at least I'll have learned what NOT to do, can pick myself up, brush myself off and move on again.  Life is too short to wallow in self-pity and fear.  God is too great of a God to want that for our lives, and to leave us there without reminding us that His hand is there to lead us along, one baby step at a time.

               Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
               And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
               No one can find the rewind button, boys,
               So cradle your head in your hands,
               And breathe... just breathe,
               Oh breathe, just breathe

  I think the hardest part of hurtling myself down that path is the waiting. waiting for God's plan to open some doors.     Waiting makes me fidgety. What are You doing up there, anyway? 

I wonder what roly-poly's think about...?  Do they wake up each day and think, "hmm, I think today I'll dig around in the dirt, and if someone lifts up this big rock, exposing me to the sunlight or tries to pick me up, I'll just roll into a little ball and do my little roly-poly thing."  And the next day, they do the same.  what a weird life.

               There's a light at each end of this tunnel,
               You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
                And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
                If you'd only try turning around.

It's like trying to explain to someone why you prefer chocolate.  Vanilla ice cream may be nice, but if you're a chocolate lover, you get it. taste buds don't lie.  It is what It is.

             2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
             If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
             Threatening the life it belongs to
             And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
             Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
             And I know that you'll use them, however you want to

One day I think I'll write a novel about my life, only in someone else's shoes, and of course I'll change the names, the places, the faces, and even the ending.  Because I haven't a clue what's going on. 

          But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
          And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
         No one can find the rewind button now
         Sing it if you understand.
         and breathe, just breathe
         woah breathe, just breathe,
         Oh breathe, just breathe,
         Oh breathe, just breathe.

Well this car is getting hot and stuffy with the windows rolled up and the a/c turned off.  

Time to turn off the radio.

Bring in the ice cream.

And face the music.

and breathe...