Switchfoot at the Ohio State Fair. Stood on my chair the entire time. It rocked.

Maybe it’s because yesterday IS a wrinkle on my forehead. Maybe it’s because I feel the tension between “who you are and who you could be.” Maybe it’s because when they first asked, “this is your life: are you who you wanna be?” it came at the first time in my life that I could honestly and resoundingly answer YES. Whatever the reason, I love this band. I have all four albums so far (fifth comes out a month from today), and there is not a song on them I don’t LOVE.

I know I’m not in their typical demographic, although I was not the only thirty-something-mother-of-two there (the other one was with me), and I know some of my more musically elitist and snobby friends (I say that in love) will think their music is too mainstream. But they speak so much of what is on my heart that I swear I could write songs for them were I a lyricist (and not a thirty-something mother of two).

Maybe it’s just angst. Maybe it’s a passion for life too long ignored. Maybe it’s that I know in my soul that we were meant to live for so much more…

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