Emotional hangover
“You swore that you were bound for glory
And for wanting you, I had no shame
But I loved you, and then I lost you
And I will never be the same.”— Melissa Etheridge, “I Will Never Be the Same”
I’ve been singing that damn song for days. Apparently Memory Lane spans across state lines.
I wonder if, in fact, that if you wish for something long and hard enough, it actually comes true.
I was probably more certain then than I am now. But I’ve left skid marks going around this block as many times as I have, and there’s a certain level of “What’s left to lose other than time and a whole lot more?”
And yet, I still get shy. Like, the 1% doubt that I’m hallucinating is a pretty powerful percentage when it comes right down to it.
But all I can really say is this. I have re-lived a moment in my head a good thousand or so times over the years. And that moment came right back around again.
This time, I owned it. I didn’t then. I did now.
And damn it all anyway, if I can have a moment on command, I’m going to start wishing bigger.
I can’t wait to see what comes of it when I do!