This post isn't going to be very long or much of anything really. But something happened the other day that made me cry, in kind of a good way, so I wanted to document it.
My mom called me the other day to tell me that every time she hears the song "Firework" by Katy Perry she thinks of me. I hadn't heard the song before so this morning I finally had a chance to look it up on iTunes and listen. And the tears just burst.
I've always had a pretty volatile relationship with my mother, and it's rare that she reaches out the way she did with that simple call. That in itself meant a great deal to me. But then listening to the lyrics--which she told me to do because they were "me'--it just made me kind of collapse. It sounds silly, I know, but it was probably the biggest compliment she has ever really given me. I also happen to be at a point in my life right now where I'm trying to learn how to do all the things in the song--to be more of myself, to let go of the hurt and the fear, to shift my internal view of myself to something more realistic and less distorted.
That said, it's song-sharing time:
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