Hey, baby, won’t you look my way?
I can be your new addiction
Hey, baby, what you gotta say?
All you’re giving me is fiction
I’m a sorry sucker
And this happens all the time — Everybody Talks by Neon Trees
On the road this morning and jamming to a new playlist. It’s a mixture of rock and alternative with a few more poppy tunes.
I was listening to this one and thinking about that need for attention again. I am my mother’s daughter and can get in that headspace where I focus in on that and ignore life around me.
But I was also thinking about how sometimes I am like my oldest, where the world seems to part for her. Whatever she wants, she is entitled to have and can make it happen. When I lose something that I am hyperfocusing on, there seems to be something else that comes at me to take its place.
Life has been throwing all sorts of random things at me the past few months, and there are still a few more weeks to go, at least, before I might be able to settle into a new normal. I am very curious what that will look like.
I want things in it, but I think that I also want to try to do better about saving myself and my energy for the things that matter. The hard part will be deciding on what things matter and figuring out who wants me to matter to them.
Lisa Gray 