My Vicky Life

Incubus - Zee Deveel

Can I just add something to my previous post by saying that it was probably Erica’s idea to get into the damn balloon in the first place, after spending a lot of time encouraging Isadore and wishing he were more courageous. Then she finally got her wish, and you should be careful what you wish for.

Incubus - Isadore

Today is the first anniversary of my divorce. If I’m interpreting this song correctly, it pretty much tells the whole story. Two people approaching dangerous territory - he wants to keep going, she doesn’t, he bails, she’s left there kind of bewildered. Now that a year has passed, I’d only have two words of advice for our Erica: Tumblr and Incubus. ♥

Pepín Rivero - Tenderness Attack

Tomorrow marks exactly one year since my divorce, and next week (the 27th) would have been my 13th wedding anniversary. To commemorate both, I give you a song my ex-husband wrote for me shortly before we were married. Yes, someone once thought I was song-worthy, although it’s not so much for me as it is about me, since it gets a bit moody around half-way through. It’s instrumental, I guess because he didn’t speak English very well at the time, and must not have thought Spanish appropriate for a song about his little gringa girl.

Anyway, it’s still the best gift I’ve ever received. Tumblr is a close second.

Incubus - Make Yourself

After listening to this about a hundred times, I suddenly realized it works quite well as a post-divorce anthem. That bit about making amends with yourself is really good advice. Second only to “undo yourself” (but that’s another song…) 

30 day Incubus challenge

Day 17: The Incubus song you most relate to.

Isadore, which is about a couple who have obviously invested a lot of time and energy in their relationship, but suddenly they’re just not on the same page anymore. The first time I heard it was shortly after my divorce, which happened for much the same reason. After many years together, my husband and I began to have very different ideas about what we wanted our future to look like. So I was the one left standing in the balloon saying, “but we’ve come this far…,” and “you can’t just leave…”  In a way, though, I was proud of him. He finally decided what he wanted, and got up the courage to do it. We’re still friends, but it’s still sad, and although Isadore is a great song, it can be difficult to listen to sometimes. And then there’s Promises Promises, which is pretty much where my head is at right now, since I understand perfectly the desire for connection without commitment. The only problem is, I haven’t been 23 for quite a while, give or take.