You say go slow, I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
Been playing this song on a loop recently. I love it.
More often than I should, I talk about what growing up is like. It is full of painful, slow realizations, filling your heart and soul. Killing you one moment at a time. Never easy, not always right. But a process we have to learn to live with.
Sometimes I replay the Disney songs I have loved and grown up on. Pop music from the 90’s was my favourite kind and I never grew out of it. In some ways, my music taste still resembles that of a teenage girl. I am sorry, but I will never grow up and get over my Disney heroines and their shows: Lizzie McGuire, Wizards of Waverly Place, Sonny with a Chance.
I am sorry but I will never stop swooning over the teenage, prince-sy movies. Think A Cinderella Story. When Austin Ames finally decides he wants to be a writer and runs through the crowded stadium, right to Hilary Duff and kisses her and it starts to rain and the song May Angels lead you in plays in the background, I sigh happily.
It is hard to stop being that hopeless about the concept of love. Love ain’t that fairy tale but the glitzy world of movies and songs makes it swell into something else all together.
Stories and magic is born in the heart and growing up is partly about realizing some of them and letting the useless, pointless, laughable ones turn to dust.
So there you go, let your kids dream away and watch the fairy tale stuff of movies and television. Let them have their day in the sun. 🙂
Blue Loft 