We all could use a fresh start.
At least that's what I was thinking when I decided to re-invent myself as a singer/songwriter.
We all need a second chance.
At least that's how I felt when I picked at my guitar, trying to hear a tune that would compliment the poem I had just written.
We all want approval.
At least that's what I imagined hearing -- thunderous approval from a loving crowd.
We all have dreams.
At least that's what I hoped, because a person without dreams and aspirations is a person who just settles.
We all have setbacks.
At least that's how I consoled myself after hearing The Civil Wars in concert and realized my voice and songs would never sound as unique or captivating as their's.
We all make choices.
So, I made a choice to put away my paper, pen, and guitar and go outside to mow the lawn.
We all have our own grass to cut.