When Music Speaks To Your Soul And Tells Your Story

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When Music Speaks To Your Soul And Tells Your Story

(The following was previously published on MEDIUM.COM  and (TheMighty.com)

I recently discovered a new artist on Spotify by the name of Nicole Nordeman, And the song that spoke to me was a song called, “The Sound Of Surviving.” One line in this song really got to me. “These pieces the ones that left me bleeding. Intended for my pain. Became the gift you gave to me. I gathered those pieces into a mountain. My freedom is in view, I am stronger than I knew.” There is something about life that can really show us our hopes, dreams, and our fears all at once.

It’s funny when I was 18 years old, I couldn’t wait to start my life like everybody else was around me. College, majors, leaving home for the first time etc. Soon I would come to realize that; that rearview mirror that used to hold my future self in its sights turned into a fishbowl that kept me swimming in circles for a long time. I don’t what it was, or when the exact moment was that the yearning for what everyone else had stopped, but it did it. I am grateful.

I am not that  18-year-old girl anymore. People talk about evolving like it’s a magic trick. But honestly, Its a simple as growing up, and growing out of things, and yes even people. It’s true that life’s heartbreaks can play a part, but it’s not the only part. After 35 years on this planet, I can say that I have learned to put myself and my heart on reserve for the people and things that matter to me.

And since I began my work with my blog, The Abler. I have learned to embrace chance more. I let the fear, and what ifs slide off to the side, and if I am still hesitating over something I still do it anyway. The worst that can happen is that I get told no. In this year alone that rearview mirror turned fishbowl has turned into fragile stained glass.

I feel like I have a new found clarity. I know what and whom matters. My reaction to the past is not about regrets, but rather “ ‘Oh well.” I even have that new found stance when it comes to the people I used to have in my life. I think it’s funny to think back now on how much I used to obsess over people, and how I wanted to be liked by them. Now, I realize that when people show you their true colors the first time believe them. And that means that some people’s colors are muddy puddles of shit.

I survived a lot in my life, and I continue to do so. My pieces may be made from a very steep mountain, but I know the view will be beautiful beyond words. I have learned to carry a gulf-sized umbrella for the shit storms, and monsoons ahead. And I can say, that I have more than one great person with me for the climb.

I guess if I had to tell the 18-year old me anything it would that It will be a while for you to finally find your voice, and stand strong on the inside with it. Be patient with yourself. Keep that sense of self-close to the vest. YOU GOT THIS. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.


About the Author:

I am a lover of words, Metal/Rock music, coffee, and chocolate. I am an advocate for the disability community. I am a CP fighter (Cerebral Palsy.) I am a woman with a message for the world.