My friend Mike started a thing called “Mirror Mantras”, where he posts a positive or motivating phrase on his bathroom mirror to keep him inspired throughout the week. Here’s mine for the week . . . “We’re standing on the ashes, with a clearer view and a new perspective.“
I want things to be looking up.
All Time Low . . . is helping me do that.
I found Weightless on my iPod this weekend. I can’t say I hadn’t previously listened to it, but I hadn’t previously focused on it. Essentially, I then put it on repeat, because oh my God this is so much my life right now.
manage me / i’m a mess. / turn a page / i’m a book / half unread / i wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because / i wanna feel weightless, and that should be enough.
but i’m stuck in this fucking rut / waiting on a second hand pick me up / and i’m over getting older / if i could just find the time / then i would never let another day go by / i’m over getting old . . .
maybe it’s not my weekend / but it’s gonna be my year / and i’m so sick of watching while the minutes pass as i go nowhere. / and this is my reaction / to everything i fear / ’cause i’ve been going crazy / i don’t wanna waste another minute here.
make believe / that i am pressed / that every word, by design, turns a head / i wanna feel reckless / wanna live it up just because / i wanna feel weightless, ’cause that would be enough . . .
if i could just find the time / then i would never let another day go by / i’m over getting old . . .
this could be all i’ve waited for. / and this could be everything, i don’t wanna dream anymore. . .
maybe it’s not my weekend / but it’s gonna be my year / and i’ve been going crazy / i’m stuck in here . . .
weightless, all time low
My friend Mike started a thing called “Mirror Mantras”, where he posts a positive or motivating phrase on his bathroom mirror to keep him inspired throughout the week. Here’s mine for the week–my last-ever mantra as a twenty-one year-old!
My friend Mike started a thing called “Mirror Mantras”, where he posts a positive or motivating phrase on his bathroom mirror to keep him inspired throughout the week. Here’s mine for the week . . . while I try to conjure up coherent thoughts on today’s senseless tragedy that arose from such a large celebration of sport in Boston.
The mantra for the week:
I wore this to work this afternoon. Sans guitar.
Today was the Day of Pink to provide a tangible way of teaching kids [and adults] about the issue of bullying. I showed up at work this morning and forgot to wear pink . . . and the kids totally let me hear about it. I went back this afternoon wearing this [except I left the guitar at home].
And, it’s completely possible that I have watched [the beginningish part of] this five times already today: