The thirteenth truth.

(This comes from the 30 Days of Truth meme, which Julia and Cinnamon have also pledged to do.  I will not post a truth every single day, but like Cinnamon, I’d like to finish by the end of the year.  We’ll see.)

Day #13 – A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days.  (Write a letter.)

Dear Ms. McLachlan,

I fell asleep to Fumbling Towards Ecstasy for months and months back in 1996.

No, no, that’s not an awful thing that I fell asleep to your music.  I love the album, really, still listen to it now and then.  Each and every song, truly I do love.

It’s just that time of life was so darn confusing.  Should I really be an English major or should I pursue social work or political science or history?  Did I make a mistake going to college in the same town in which my sister lived?  Should I transfer somewhere else?  Or is my GPA too horrid to even consider transferring?

The love life at that point was also just…strange.  Keep in mind that I could count the number of dates on which I’d been on one hand.  On my twentieth birthday that April, I received a weird secret admirer note from someone in my dorm, complete with a rose.  Never found out who sent it, whether it was some joke, or what.  And I flirted back and forth with a friend during the early part of the summer as we worked together, though I knew we weren’t entirely compatible.  Then I met G, which was the first time that I truly connected with someone, though it was a rocky start.

On top of the career confusion and the confusion over boys, my mother’s brother had been diagnosed with terminal cancer before I truly got to know him and before he got to know me as an adult.

Among all these events was that album of yours.  Each and every song could be traced to parts of my life, past and present.  Because of all the confusion and sorrow, insomnia reigned in my life – until I started up the CD player with the album to act as white noise.  Somewhere after “Good Enough”, I fell asleep.  Finally.  I didn’t want to admit that it helped, that surely I could fall asleep without it.  Yet, night after night, it turned into my insomnia cure, it quieted my mind and my soul.

Thank you, Sarah.  Thank you very much.

Posted on December 5, 2010, in 30 Days of Truth, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a Comment.

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