On the tightrope







I have a new playlist. Thirty nine songs I did not own before that I listen to 1000 times a day. The Staves, Lana del Rey, Jenny Lewis, Janelle Monae, Lilly Collins, Alpine, et al. are filling my brain with new lyrics, new melodies, and new stories that make me feel as if I met a whole lot of new people {all women, I know} that want to get to know me one song at a time.

I have a new book. A fictional autobiography that won a Pulitzer Prize, a novel full of memories that beg to be read and remembered.

I have a pair of new shoes that I found with Kristin, because when I am with her, pretty shoes always end up on my feet, not that I'm complaining.

I have a new devotional that I read daily, often more than once. Bible verses and thoughts that I mull over and discuss with Tim, as if trying to decide the fate of humanity. 

I have two new peony bushes that I planted and now have flower buds that I anxiously watch daily. 

I have a new couch I did not need that's getting delivered on Friday. 

I know, I know, it's just that I have this NEED to start over, to scratch it all and begin again. A need for newness, change, and balance that stirred inside of my soul and has translated into everything I touch, pouring out of me without hope of being stopped.

I am changing, being made new, and with me my surroundings. This is me finding a balance, this is healing, this is good.

P.S. Anyone want to buy my old couches?


"Cause baby whether you're high or low, you got to tip on the tightrope" - Janelle Monae


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