I'm a brand new sky

I, I’m a one way motorway
I’m the one that drives away, follows you back home
I, I’m a streetlight shining
I’m a white light blinding bright, burning off and on

(chorus)
It’s times like these you learn to live again
It’s times like these you give and give again
It’s times like these you learn to love again
It’s times like these time and time again

I, I’m a new day rising
I’m a brand new sky that hangs stars upon tonight
I, I’m a little divided
Do I stay or run away and leave it all behind

-Dave Grohl, Nate Mendel, Chris Shiflett, Taylor Hawkins

Sometimes it's the simplest things that make me so happy. Thanks, Dave.

Do you ever have times in your life when you feel like you're making things harder than they need to be? Like everything you do makes things worse instead of better, even though you really know how to make things better? I've felt like that a lot lately. It seems like I'm putting too much time and energy into things I can't control and making myself more frustrated than I need to be. Why do I do this? I've always been an over-thinker and a worrier, but it's been worse lately, which is odd since things have actually been pretty good for me recently.

Am I rambling? Am I making any sense at all?

I think I'm feeling a bit like Meg Ryan in "You've Got Mail" where she expresses the need to send out her thoughts into the great void of cyberspace without the need for an answer.

Don't get me wrong, readers. Life is good. I'll never say otherwise. But I think I need to simplify my life. And maybe let things just happen. I need to not be so concerned with what everyone else thinks is right or take on unwarranted guilt and just enjoy the ride. Or go blow some bubbles.

Are you there, adolescence? It's me, Marie.

Apparently I'm trying to become my 12-year-old self again. At the end of last year I got glasses again (just for driving and seeing faraway things, mind you). And this morning I just had braces put back on. I have a snaggle tooth that needs help before it becomes perpendicular to my other teeth.

All I need now is to break out in zits, feel incredibly awkward around boys and say stupid things in social situations, and I'm back to 12. Oh wait . . .