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Soundtrack Saturday :: Unwritten

This song has been sort of an empowerment theme for me for a few years.  At first, it was a song that really spoke to me when I was going through a nasty breakup and entering into a new, positive relationship–and really, a new, positive chapter of my life.  I was relieved to finally be rid of the past, and excited to move forward into the unknown.

Now that nasty breakups are a distant memory, and now that I’ve married that positive new chapter in my life, this song still speaks to me.  Today it’s a little more about how I won’t let my infertility define me.  How month after month can go by, and I will still keep vigilant that my BFP day will come.

My infertility book can’t end on a sad note… I’m more of a happy-ending kinda gal.

…You know what I mean.  Jeez.

Unwritten :: Natasha Bedingfield

I am unwritten
Can’t read my mind
I’m undefined

I’m just beginning
The pen’s in my hand
Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the lines

We’ve been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I can’t live that way, no

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
To the years where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin

The rest is still unwritten

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