In the backseat remembering

You ever had one of those albums that you parents always played in the car when you were a child? And because of that you have this strong association with and you know all the words? Thats how it is with Tracy Chapman and me. My mom would drive my little brother and me while blasting Tracy Chapman’s first album. A few days ago I decided to let my ears listen to the past and I like what I heard. It funny how when your little, things seem kinda off but when you grow up and mature you can appreciate it alot more. Its kinda like a friend of mine that I’ve been kicking it with for the last few days. I used to think that she was just this mean girl who only complained all the time. But her words mean different things now that I have a different perspective on them and can understand her a little better as somebody who has fears and problems just like everyone else and is just looking for her way thru the life maze to get her cheese. I’m really torn on a decision my old boss asked me to make about taking the job as a manager for the IRS where I worked earlier this year. It would only be seasonal but I would be making alot more but I would have to leave energy assistance and not be guaranteed a position when I returned. There is something in me telling me to just take the chance but I don’t know. The next few weeks will be interesting.