Grey Street & The End Of The World

My emotional IQ is low when it comes to my own self-awareness. It’s so easy for me to see what’s truly bothering others, but when it comes to myself I’m clueless.

Anger and okayness are the only two, that’s it. A few years ago I noticed most of my anger came from feeling sad and because I wasn’t okay with feeling weak (sad) I easily shifted the vulnerability to anger and violence.

This felt like a massive breakthrough, except I wasn’t necessarily doing anything to correct my bad habit with creating a ruckus. It was just easier to recognize I was actually feeling sad and trying to bury it by creating the ruckus (creating my own chaos).

One medium I’ve always felt able to express myself with is music. And whaddya know, the songs that spoke to me the most were the ones that could do the Emotional IQ talk for me. Did that make any sense? haha.

For example, Grey Street by Dave Matthews has been one of my favorite songs from the band for over a decade. I never thought much about why only focused on how it made me feel.

And for a better part of that decade, I was unconsciously belting out the lyrics that described me perfectly.

Oh, look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out onto Grey Street
She thinks, “Hey, how did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world
But I can’t get out of this place”

[Chorus]
There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together – to grey
And it breaks her heart

[Verse 2]
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn’t listen
There’s still a hope in her it might
She says, “I pray
But they fall on deaf ears
Am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place?”

[Chorus]
There’s a loneliness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together – to grey
And it breaks her heart

[Verse 3]
There’s a stranger speaks outside her door
Says, “Take what you can from your dreams
Make them as real as anything
It’d take the work out of the courage”
But she says, “Please
There’s a crazy man that’s creeping outside my door
I live on the corner of Grey Street
And the end of the world”

[Chorus]
There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It’s more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her
Using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together – to grey
And it breaks her heart
It breaks her heart
To grey

So, I guess what I’m trying to say is pay attention. You’re smarter than you think.

Now to keep up with my promise to practice gratitude to fight my tendency to forbode joy: Currently feeling gratitude towards this protein bar tasting like a maple glazed donut, haha. What are you feeling gratitude towards? Let me know in the comment section, below. 

Cultivate it.

play better on Instagram than Facebook but regardless, be my friend online. RamblinRandol is my quest for true belonging. 

 

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