Problems are for Solving

I’d been wanting to start writing again–and to do it regularly, and now for a little bit at least I have been. I’ve had an idea for a series of posts based upon a few things, and would like to publish it as a series of columns of sorts. Maybe I’ll get some weekly posts done that will be part of this series and continue writing daily posts that are a bit shorter, more pointed.

This past year has been a rough one for me. I’ve been getting stretched on all sides in a bunch of different ways. As I was listening to an old Michael W. Smith album two things struck me. The first was that the album seemed to fit together as a thematic unit in a way that some albums do, but many don’t. The second was that where the songs seemed to be coming from were describing how I’ve been and felt in recent days.

The series, of which this is the first installment, is based on Michael W. Smith’s album, Live the Life.

The first song is called Missing Person.

Missing Person

Another question in me
One for the powers that be
Its got me thrown and so
I put on my poker face
And try to figure it out
This undeniable doubt
A common occurrence
Feeling so out of place

Guarded and cynical now
Cant help but wondering how
My heart evolved into a
Rock beating inside of me
So I reel, such a stoic ordeal
Where’s that feeling that I don’t feel?

A while back I wrote a post about wearing masks.  Sometimes we also call this wearing a poker face.  When we don’t fit in someplace, or feel like we don’t fit in someplace (which is more likely the case) we cover up who we are and how we feel. 
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