I’ve been thinking about my sitch, and especially about how my MR and life in SoCal has been.....
I have my family and friends from where I grew up / went to grad school in OH, but I’ve had to let a lot go, and with the move to SoCal and my focus on a new career in teaching, I really didn’t dedicate myself to finding or making new friends out here. Which kinda [bleep]s—but one of the blessings now is that I can reconnect with old friends and meet new people, which I am looking forward to.
I heard this song last week, when I was moving my car between parking lots at school when I stayed late to do videoboard for a baseball game. I’m not exactly a country music type of guy, but this song (lyrics below) totally made me think of the self-differentiation and GAL that the forum talks about.
Miss Me More (Kelsea Ballerini)
I retired my red lipstick 'cause you said you didn't like it I didn't wear my high heel shoes 'Cause I couldn't be taller than you I didn't wanna lose my friends, but now it's hard to even find them It's what you wanted, ain't it? It's what you wanted
I thought I'd miss you (when it ended) I thought it hurt me (but it didn't) I thought I'd miss you I thought I'd miss you
But I miss me more I miss my own beat, to my own snare drum I miss me more Miss my own sheets in the bed I made up I forgot I had dreams, I forgot I had wings Forgot who I was before I ever kissed you Yeah, I thought I'd miss you But I miss me more (I miss me more)
I put on my old records that I hid in the back of the closet And I turn them up to ten And then I played them all again I found my independence Can't believe I ever lost it What you wanted, ain't it? It's what you wanted
I thought I'd miss you (when it ended) I thought it hurt me (but it didn't) I thought I'd miss you Yeah, I thought I'd miss you
But I miss me more I miss my own beat, to my own snare drum (I miss me more) Miss my own sheets in the bed I made up I forgot I had dreams, I forgot I had wings Forgot who I was before I ever kissed you Yeah, I thought I'd miss you But I miss me more (I miss me more)
I thought I'd miss you I thought it hurt me And I'd wanna kiss you I thought I'd miss you
But I miss me more I miss my own beat, to my own snare drum (I miss me more) Miss my own sheets in the bed I made up I forgot I had dreams, I forgot I had wings Forgot who I was before I ever kissed you And I thought I'd miss you But I miss me more (I miss me more) (I miss me more) (I miss me more)
