Years ago I watched “Behind the Music” with Alanis Morissette. Being a champion and forerunner into what I call Angry Woman Music, I’ve always paid attention to her interviews and lyrics. And she toned her anger down after “Jagged Little Pill.” So when she said she used to believe you had to suffer to be an artist, it struck me. Because that’s what I always believed, too.
She said she no longer believed it. I scoffed. And that’s why I’ve not been doing a lot of writing lately. It’s not that I don’t suffer now. Actually, that’s not true. I struggle. Suffering, I’ve found, is optional.
My bff, my pseudo boyfriend, tells me misery is a doom loop. I believe him. But there’s still a bit of me that discounts what Alanis said.
But I’m going to try and prove her right. I’ll do this by continuing to write, continuing to practice my positive thinking and see if I can still flow.
I’m fairly sure that I can do whatever I set my mind to now. I not only believe more in myself, I have others, whose opinion means the world to me, who believe in me, too.
I’ve always been averse to letting people down. If that works in my favor in this case, then … I, too, can be just fine, fine, fine.
