soft spots.

i'm listening to the bright eyes station on lastfm. and i love it. really, really love it. because it's the sort of music that i lose myself in. and put on repeat. again and again. because the words speak to the deepest part of me. and when manchester orchestra comes on, i sing "hallelujah to the one that i love" with them.

and on the way to work, i was listening to iron and wine sing 'woman king' and realizing that there was sort of a point where i could no longer do anything right. no matter how hard i tried. or how well i did. or how funny i was. it was as if i was running into a brick wall. again and again and again and the bruises haven't completely faded. because scars that deep take time. but hey, i'm breathing and learning and loving and at night, i have this amazing man to come home to. and life is good. despite the bruising.