Funny how a breakup can light a fire under you.
It's an unstable energy, though---a chemically induced, too-much-coffee kind of feeling. In the back of your mind, you know at some point you're gonna come down, and hard.
Emotions take turns, and I'm alternately spunky and sullen, pleased and pathetic, confident and crushed, brazen and broken.
If you're like me---single, in your twenties, and notoriously boy-crazy---you've probably (like me) spent a majority of the past ten or so years in the midst of a breakup or recovering from a breakup.
It's exhausting. It's exhilarating. It's exhausting. It's exhilarating.
Heartbreak gives me the shakes. My soul. My brain. My voice. My hands.
But this ain't my first rodeo, and one thing I've learned: a broken heart can SHAKE YOU LOOSE. If you let it, it will rattle and wrestle you right out of a rut, shake and shove you from your precious, stupid nest.
My FAITH isn't shaky. In fact, it has wings.
And there you have it.
I can crash and cry all I want, but Baby, it's time to fly.
