song

This particular blog entry day catches me totally unprepared, because, well, I just celebrated my birthday (one of those birthdays that are in between "significant" milestone years). I find myself vacillating between euphoria and discontent.

The questions continuously bubble up:

What have I done with my life? Am I using the gifts and talents that the Lord has given me for His glory? Am I a better wife, student, worshipper, friend, daughter, than I was last year?

I've been ruminating on an op-ed piece that Bono wrote for the New York Times recently. After getting over the fact that the man seems to know no bounds of influence (and I admire his tenacity), I was particularly struck by a thesis in his article. The foundation of Bono's piece is the duality of celebrating this New Year, which he likens to two Sinatra renditions of "My Way"; one brash and cocky, the other regretful and introspective.

My husband is a big Tom Waits fan. Tom's voice is unique; knarled and gravelly, true, raw, spinning elaborate and oblique musical tales.