Shhh… my Soul is talking, listen.

I love music.  I love what it makes me feel.  I love how I feel.  I think it is a way for me to get lost, without having somewhere to go.  I give control to the song, to the lyrics.  I am at the mercy of the artist.  I am at the mercy of their story.  It is easier to live someone else’s life than my own.  I have to be responsible for my life.  When I am in their music, I am a follower, not a leader.  Why am I so sad?  Why am I afraid of success?  Do not let fear in my life.  Ever since I was told, I may not find an entry-level job in my chosen industry because of my age.  It is now a new fear.