I sat for four minutes and four seconds. Eyes closed, emotions drained. I let the all too familiar song rush through my ears, inviting and leaving them vulnerable to the sweet harmony. Explosions. The song responsible for my turning point. I played it on repeat one too many times. Felt the pain in the singer’s voice a time or two.
A familiar song, my song, so dangerously takes me back to the time when I was strong. To the time when I wrote without a care. To the time when I wrote- Now, unheard thoughts rush through my mind, demanding “what if you don’t” and find myself conforming to the world like an envelope sealed and sent to only the receiver. I simply won’t have it anymore.
A strong woman I once was. A heart filled with empathy and hopeful possibilities of “what if you do” and a pocket filled with Grandma’s sunshine. The real world may change me, but not my wild heart and natural born tenderness. I do not give in as easily. Are there others like me? Who still believe in possibilities? Who believe in that one true love. I believe there are others. Others that are creative enough to follow their own journey. Others who consume the knowledge and admit their pleasures.
Four minutes and four seconds led me to the fourth charm. This idea that there are usually only three charms to every bracelet, but there’s always that fourth charm. It’s imaginary you might say. A child-like thought like fairy dust at the window when the Tooth fairy visits. The fourth charm is that intuition. That voice inside every one exploding with truth. That’s why the title of my first novel is The Fourth Charm. Not only does it fit in perfectly with the story line, but perhaps it also reveals my thoughts, reveals what I truly want to explore. Those four minutes and four seconds explode all the pain, the pleasures and the journey of life. Explosions reminds me to balance my life in perfect harmony. It reminds me to stay strong and to keep writing on…