Positively Scarred

If you’ve been keeping up, then you know that many of my posts have been about my accident, my recovery, and my personal struggles. If you don’t know that, then take a moment to go read this first post and then come back.

Music has been a very big part of my life for as far back as I can remember. I’ve always related songs, lyrics, artists to a particular person, experience, or time in my life. When a song hits me in just the right way, I can’t help but ignore it. I admit, I do listen to a lot of artists more than some others, but I love all music equally. I don’t let genres be a barrier to what strikes me as appealing and beautiful.

One night, I was up late, per usual, and I was watching music videos on Fuse (or some such channel). They were playing the top hits (or weekly hits, whatever) and I heard a song and immediately fell in love. The chorus described exactly what I’ve been feeling since this entire process with surgeries, therapy, and starting over began.

The lyrics spoke to me as though the song were created with just me in mind. It’s a song about rising above adversity, about breaking free from the boxes you’re placed in, about conquering.

It’s a song that makes me want to fly.