How do you measure a year?
In baby steps and Big Bird steps.
In tears and exclamation points.
In community and deep reflection.
In pictures and limelight.
In searching and finding.
In heartache and headache.
In whispers and starlight.
In emails and scribbled dreams.
In dead ends and elevators.
In imagination and stewardship.
In haircuts and mittens.
In chocolate and Chai tea.
In textbooks and cookbooks.
In yearning and growing.
By breathing. By being. By feeling. By loving...Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes.
I love Rent! A rock opera. I cry. I think. I boil. and I think some more. It is raw and powerful and applicable. The documentary is awesome too.
Anywhere
5 weeks ago
6 comments:
I haven't seen it, but when everyone else thought the movie was going to be dumb, I was secretly interested.
And I liked this song.
How do you measure your life JT? I think I want to figure out what I measure it in.
I wish I could sing.
I like.
I like this MUCH better once i figured out that you wrote those lyrics... that they aren't lyrics from the song, that they're lyrics from YOUR song.
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