Drowning

I've had a major case of writer's block.

And since the only thing I can think to write about it is a Matt Nathanson song, that's what I'm going to do, though it feels like cheating to use someone else's words.

"Come on Get Higher" has some amazing lyrics, but the line that sticks with me is "drown me in love." Because drown is what I feel like I've been doing for a year--drowning in love, in the past, in self, in despair, in emotion, in life. And as I approached my 33rd birthday--which was last Monday--I decided I didn't want to drown anymore. It's been a year, and I've grown tired of the excess. Love no longer feels like drowning. It's more like a warm, cozy blanket, wrapping me in safety and comfort and security. New normalcy.