Last night I had the pleasure of having my dear friend, Sarah, over for dinner and girl time. We laughed and talked and drank wine. It was wonderful. At one point we talked about how we were both empathetic to music. We can both feel it with our souls. (Speaking of souls, I have determined that I do, in fact have one.) Music has always been a part of my life and I hope that I will pass that passion on to Johnny one day.
This morning, I was braiding my hair, listening to the top 100 playlist on Spotify, and "Elastic Heart" by Sia came on. For the first time in what seems like months, I felt hope.
Strange how a song about hearbreak and failed relationships can speak to me so strongly. It was as if this song was written for me, just for this upcoming week. I have (what I hope with every part of my being is my last) surgery on Friday.
I am going to be sure to bring my Bluetooth speaker to the hospital and have John play me this song when I wake up from surgery.
"Elastic Heart"
Sia
For the first time I feel like a Survivor, not a victim.
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