A Little Freak-ay

So, about this whole morning wake-up song thing:
When I woke up this morning, my first thought was, "what's the song?" Because now I'm paying attention and I think it's interesting. But my mind is always clouded by Chris' cell phone alarm, which plays the theme from Voltron, so it's tough sometimes to swim past that and find the song of the morning. But I laid there for a while and Amy Grant's It Takes A Little Time seemed to be the song. And I thought, "This can't be. I'm cooler than that. I listen to alt country and indie rock and indie folk." Or, you know, I thought something similar to that. I can't be sure.
But I got in the shower and slowly started to wake up and, sure enough, that's the only song that was there, except for yesterday's song, which was there once I thought about it.
And I was a little disappointed. I don't mean no disrespect. Any Christian girl that grew up in the 80s holds Amy in the highest regard. I really like her. Her Unguarded album was the first one I ever owned and I still know it by heart. And, just between us? I will always love her. But...it seemed a really odd song to be in my head.
Then I noticed that it was really in there with yesterday's song at the same time and I remembered that the same thing happened yesterday, the overlapping songs. And as I awakened a bit more, rinsing the conditioner out of my hair, I realized it was just snippets of each song that had been looping around in my head, and when you mash up the snippets, you get something very interesting.

You know how I've been a little down-in-the-dumps? I mean, I don't think I've really been 100% honest about it on this blog, but I'm sure it's come through. Things have been a little hard on me lately. And I'm feeling the need for something to change on a very deep, personal level. Especially since nothing I'm trying to change in my exterior life is working. House? Nope. Not gonna happen. Job? There isn't one to be found (though I'm not going to stop looking). The list goes on.
But those songs...
Get this.
Here are the fragments of them, nearly in day-order:

"My young bride, why are your shoulders like that of a tired old woman, of a tired old woman?"
(Midlake Young Bride)

"Cause I got a couple dents in my fenders, got a couple rips in my jeans"
(Francesca Battistelli Free to be Me)

"You can't always get what you want"
(Rolling Stones)

"My young bride, why aren't you moving at all?"
(Midlake Young Bride)

"It's just the tickin' of time"
(Kings of Leon, 17; research proves my brain heard that lyric wrong...but still)

"It takes a little time sometimes, to get your feet back on the ground."
(Amy Grant Takes A Little Time)

Kinda spooky, huh? That freaks me out a little bit. Because it makes sense. And it applies to me where I am right now. So, I think I'll keep paying a little more attention to what's on my mind. I think I need to re-connect with my inner quietness. And even if nothing else really changes, that is sure to help me cope with the daily grind a bit better than I have been.

Daily Bliss: Knitting night! Raucous fun with my girls and a little bit of progress on that nephew blankie to boot.