I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly.
I’ll do what it takes till I touch the sky.
Make a wish, take a chance,
Make a change, and break away.
Out of the darkness and into the sun.
But I won’t forget all the ones that I love.
I’ll take a risk, take a chance,
Make a change, and break away
-Kelly Clarkson ‘Breakaway’
I’ve heard this song thousands of times and for some reason today the words struck me in a much different way, sending a shockwave through my system.
It was as if a cloud had been lifted and a message was being sent directly to me.
‘Out of the darkness and into the sun’…. yes I’ve been living in sadness, although I am better than before I’m still not where I should be… ‘make a change and break away’…. just like the tag on my shirt on New Year’s Day (39-Turn The Corner)….
‘I won’t forget the place I come from’… ‘I won’t forget all the ones that I love’… Mr. Wonderful will always be a part of my life, and I don’t want to ever forget how devastating that was and how precious life is.
Every word seemed specific to me and my situation.
All of the sudden, out of no where, uncontrollable tears started to pour out of my eyes. I DO need to make a change and beak away. It’s been far too long.
I have always liked the song, because it reminded me of leaving my small hometown and moving away, but I’ve never had this type of extreme emotional reaction to it.
I was a big wake up call, now I just need to figure out ‘how’ to do it. It is amazing the power of song and how it can impact our lives.
Later that night I headed to another party hosted by the New Year’s Eve party hosts.
In the back of my brain I had the Cinderella story line, where she lost the shoe at the 2nd ball, and met the prince, but wasn’t convinced anything was going to happen.
There were a few of the same people at the party, but it was mostly a lot of people I used to work with, and some current co-workers.
At one point I ran into the guy who nearly bent over to see if I was wearing a wedding ring. He introduced himself again and we chatted for a while.
He’s certainly not my typical type but in the back of my brain I kept thinking about Cinderella and meeting the prince twice and then losing her shoe.
Could this guy be Prince Charming? Nah… surely not.
I just don’t think I see myself with him, but then again sometimes the universe knows better than we do.
During our conversation I found out he went to the same college and Mr. Wonderful and share the same profession.
Who knows what it all means, maybe absolutely nothing at all.
But I do feel like I need to schedule an appointment with the tea leaf reader…. or the love psychic.
One of my friends recently told me about her. Evidently she is a psychic but she has a 98% accuracy rate when it comes to love.
It could be worth a shot, but then again… I revert back to my original thoughts on having too much information instead of just letting life and love just happen.