I don't talk about therapy much anymore, do I? It's too hard. It's an increasingly productive rhythm now. I'm a very good patient when I try. When I don't try I'm a holy terror but I've been trying and it shows.
But I still don't think I'll talk about it for a bit. It seems to work better when I don't. My apologies, for those who come to pick my carcass.
Instead I'm going to bore you and feed the sweet people, the ones who care about me. You know who you are.
Jacob asked me to sing Landslide while he played it late last night after everyone left. Never mind that some nights the guitar comes to bed with him because he likes to lie down and play it with his back against the headboard and fiddle with new tunings and new songs.
Landslide.
I love that song. I used to think it was about an adult who suddenly realized she was an adult. Making her life her own.
I took my love and I took it down
Climbed a mountain and turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Until the landslide brought it down
Oh, mirror in the sky -What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Well I've been afraid of changing
because I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder, even children get older
And I'm getting older too
So, take my love take it down
Climb a mountain and turn around
and if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
well the landslide will bring it down
The landslide will bring it down
And woog. Another epiphany, just like that.
Hi. I'm Bridget. Nice to meet me, slowpoke.
