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I’ve been writing a lot of songs lately. I feel like we all go through different places in our lives where we wrestle with things, and we try to find definition and conclusion and closure. We try to pin down the pieces and make them fall into line and make sense, but often the things that go on in life do not add up. Often how we feel does not add up.


  And that’s ok.


  For me, writing songs is a way to communicate, but it’s also a way to think through what I’m feeling. It’s my therapy, it’s my sounding board. I will write a line and then think, “No, that isn’t right- I don’t really feel that way,” or “I shouldn’t say that, that’s not what my attitude towards this should be.”


  Jamie T. of  To Write Love On Her Arms once said, “I wish I could write her a song, because songs don’t wait to resolve.” I feel like this is true to me- I find resolution through songs, as though in some way I am able to package up how I feel and what I think and present in it verses and a chorus.

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