These days, I've been trying to classify my thoughts into two categories: "Things I can change," and "Things I can't." It seems to help me sort through what to really stress about. But there I go again, over-planning and over-organizing my over-thinking! I write songs about my adventures and misadventures, most of which concern love. amor is a tricky business. But if it wasn't, I wouldn't be so enthralled with it. Lately I've come to a wonderful realization that makes me even más fascinated por it:
I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to love. No one does! There's no pattern to it, except that it happens to all of us, of course I can't plan for it. I can't predict how it'll end up. Because amor is unpredictable, frustrating, tragic and it's beautiful. And even though there's no way to feel like I'm an expert at it, it's worth escritura songs about -- más than anything else I've ever experienced in my life.
I've apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point o another. It's been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I've found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn't mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I've just added más things to my list. Like for example, I'm still beyond obsessed with the winter season and I still start putting up strings of lights in September. I still amor sparkles and grocery shopping and really old gatos that are only nice to tu half the time. I still amor escritura in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers. But some new things I've fallen in amor with -- mismatched everything. Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. I amor spraying perfumes I used to wear when I was in high school. It brings me back to the days of trying to get a close parking spot at school, trying to get noticed por soccer players, and trying to figure out how to avoid doing o saying anything uncool, and wishing every minuto of every día that one día maybe I'd get a chance to win a Grammy. o something crazy and out of reach like that. ;) I amor old buildings with the paint chipping off the walls and my dad's stories about college. I amor the freedom of living alone, but I also amor things that make me feel seven again.
Back then naivety was the norm and skepticism was a foreign language, and I just think every once in a while tu need fries and a chocolate milkshake and your mom. I amor picking up a cookbook and closing my eyes and opening it to a misceláneo page, then attempting to make that recipe. I've loved my fans from the very first day, but they've dicho things and done things recently that make me feel like they're my friends -- más now than ever before. I'll never go a día without thinking about our memories together.
For the last two years, I've been escritura and recording an album called Speak Now. I only have the option of escritura about things that happen in my life, so thankfully a LOT has happened in my life in the last two years. I know I don't always say the right thing at the right time o speak up when I should, but I write it all down. I get my guitarra and a pen and all of a sudden, I have a chance to say exactly what I meant to say in real life. Some of the things I wrote about are things everyone saw me go through. Some of the things I wrote about are things nobody ever knew about. I'm beyond excited for tu to hear these stories and confessions.
I think it's important that tu know that I will never change. But I'll never stay the same either. Must be a Sagittarius thing.
I'm pretty stoked that tu read this whole thing. I commend tu for that. This was ridiculously long, and tu probably have other stuff tu could've done in the last four minutes. So to you, o anyone else who has spent four minutos on me in some way-- listening to just one song, o watching one of my videos….Thank you. I amor tu like I amor sparkles and having the last word. And that's real love.
