I feel good today. Like my old self. My happy self. Except better. Different. Better. If someone were to make my life into a movie ( I'm not saying they would), but if they did, it would have a built in soundtrack. The volume of this soundtrack fluctuates, but it's always there. When I was in second grade, it was "Popcorn popping on the apricot tree" as I sang in the school's talent show. When I was in junior high, it was Joan Jett's, "I love rock and roll" while making endless laps at the local roller rink. In high school, it was OMD's, "If you leave" when I didn't get asked to the junior prom. Songs and lyrics that carried me through, motivated me, helped me cry, hurt, heal, and sometimes just breath. And someday, when I look back on 2014, I will think about this song (goo goo dolls) and this song (one republic) and how they helped me remember to just breath.
Today I got a glimpse of those better days. My story is still being written and I have a lot to say. Because someday, when this part of my story draws to a close, I want to be able to say, I lived.