Crumbled Dreams

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.