Be Happy

In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now, you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

That song has been in my head for the last couple of mornings. It could be because it's played during the opening credits of Sex and the City 2, which I loved, by the way. Anyway, I had to look up the lyrics in order to get everything correct. I knew most of them but had to tweak a few of the words. I'm telling you this because, after searching online for the lyrics and then returning to this blog, I actually feel better. I had other ideas in mind before I left to do my search. I feel better, I guess, that the lyrics are out there for people like me--those who think they know the words but have no idea that they're singing the wrong ones. That's funny, to me. How many times have we done that? Sang the wrong words, sometimes for years? I know I have, and, since becoming an adult, I understand some of the lyrics to old songs and realize, "Hey, that's what they're saying" or "Oooh, that song was nasty" or use context clues to put in the right words. It kind of brings peace to your soul when you sing the right words, even though you didn't know you were singing the wrong ones the whole time.

So, I guess that brings relief, to know that I'm not alone. "You are not alone. I am here for you. Though we're far away, I am here to stay..."--the lyrics to Michael Jackson's "You are Not Alone". You're welcome. Songs pop into my head all the time. Most days I sing them aloud, probably to the angst of my family. Other days, I decide to keep the melodies in my head, recognizing that singing them will not bring any relief but keep me from discovering the truth. On those days, I'm really trying to get to the bottom of what I'm feeling. I need to have more of those days. I forgot about them, actually, and a lot of time has passed in which I've been belting out songs instead of looking within for the truth. That may be a little too deep for some of you, but it's true. As a person who is searching for her truth, it's important to me that I keep those things that are working, well...working, and when I forget what works, I think to myself, "Man, I could have been doing that all along"--and, thus, could've been learning, instead of hiding, all along. Still, it's a process and a good one, one that I'm proud to go back to--the keeping songs inside, part. I just need to find myself in all of this, and when I do, watch out world! I make no apologies for it. I'll just do me--because that's what makes us happy, just doing us. Whether we know it, or not. Whether people told us to, or not. Whether we were told to believe it, or not. Whether we told we were something, or not. You have to be you, in order to be happy.

I love you!
Yvette