I’m sitting here in the almost dark tonight, listening to Last.fm and gettin’ all philosophical. I think it has a lot to do with the holidays, but even more with my decision to actually face my fears and really go for what I want in life.

One of the nicest things to come out of my awakening so far is that I’ve rediscovered my love of country music. It’s something that as a city girl I have a hard time explaining to people. Even my son laughs at me for it.

There’s something that reaches deep down inside and calls to my soul, and it’s not just the words to the songs. I know they have a lot to do with it, but there’s more to it than that. One of the best examples that I can give you is Trace Adkins’ Songs About Me. So far that’s the best way I’ve heard of summing up how it makes me feel, and that song gives me the shivers every time I hear it. The only other thing I can say is that even though I was raised on classical and jazz and still love all kinds of music, it’s country music that makes me feel like me.

And that, in the end is what it’s really all about… finding my way back to being me.

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