My Care Playlist

ONE THING ABOUT MEโ€ฆ IMMA LISTEN TO MUSIC.

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I want to get as close as I can to understanding why Iโ€™m endlessly touched by some things I hear. So here is my care playlist, and why I love the songs so much.


Deeper โ€“ Israel Houghton

Lord I reach for you, lead me to Your heart // Close enough to feel the cadence of Your heart // Break my heart with the things that break Your heart.

Most mornings, I wake up with the first line in my head. Sometimes I reach my arms up, as if Iโ€™m about to be lifted out of bed. I feel peace when I hear the instruments at the beginning. To feel the cadence of Godโ€™s heart represents closeness to me.

I often lose sight of what is important and must remind myself of the importance of focusing on God. I pray to see things the way He sees them โ€“ to have an undoubtedly better perspective of life; one that causes little harm and leaves as much space for grace and love as possible. This song is spirit-filled. When I feel frantic, the intro is enough to calm me and bring me peace. It was on my On Repeat playlist for seven months!


Be Still โ€“ Travis Greene

Chasing your ambition, try your best to be the next star. But if itโ€™s the attention that you really want, then I already know who you are, and I love you that way.

I would be in denial if I said I donโ€™t seek validation from people. I like hearing that Iโ€™m doing well, especially if I already believed that about myself. But sometimes I end up chasing perceptions of myself rather than being content in who really am. And adhering to these perceptions often feels like a form of attention-seeking, for I believe itโ€™s possible to focus on my race in an effort to have people notice this focus and admire me, even from afar. This is something I would like to grow out of.

This song reminds me that the only thing I should aspire towards is God โ€“ trusting in and loving him, as to chase my ambitions is often to lose sight of the beauty of my present โ€“ which is full of things that I prayed for. I end up asking myself where my gratitude is.

While trying my best to be the next โ€˜starโ€™, God is by my side, where He has always been, telling me that He already knows who I am! If I have that validation, I shouldnโ€™t be seeking any more anywhere else. God is all I need. I remind myself that I am enough, no matter what stage I am in life.

Sometimes I need to be still and appreciate now, with God, who loves my good and bad, rather than carving out a life that exists only to please others and be a star in their eyes.


Alright โ€“ Ledisi

Itโ€™s alright.

I have to say to myself; calm down Adefela, itโ€™s alright! You may notice that as a running theme in my posts. Aside from reassuring anyone reading, I am reassuring myself. I always forget that things will be okay. This song reminds me. Its magic lies in the fact that every time I play it, the words feel brand new. Thatโ€™s what I need to hear.

Most of the lines in the verses end with โ€˜โ€ฆbut itโ€™s alright.โ€™ and I feel to apply that to my own life. After airing out my fears and frustrations, I pray to end with โ€˜but itโ€™s alrightโ€™. Because that is true.

As I always say, it was fine, it is fine, and it will always be fine. I strive to caveat my assessments of life with the fact that itโ€™s alright.


Babe Truth โ€“ Gaby Duran

Iโ€™d be damned if I let these nerves get the best of me // All timing is divinely in alignment and all I could do is my best // Those nerves canโ€™t get to you, unless you let them in, babe donโ€™t let it outweigh. Donโ€™t wait for the remedy, you got everything, you donโ€™t need anythingโ€ฆ donโ€™t overcomplicate it.

Thereโ€™s a balance for me to find between relying on God and showing up for/relying on myself. The Horse, The Man & The Son by Chief Ebenezer Obey says: do your best and leave the rest. What I focus on here is doing my best. Itโ€™s my responsibility to work to the max, pushing as hard as I can and leaving the rest to powers above me. But I have to do my best. I just have to.

This song gives me strength when I am anxious about something thatโ€™s requiring a lot of me. When I question whether I’ll be strong enough to get through something, I remember that I shouldnโ€™t let those nerves in, and I shouldnโ€™t let them control me. I have everything I need inside of me; my own abilities and God. That will always be enough.

I misheard babe donโ€™t let it outweigh and for a while thought it said they donโ€™t light our way. I like both versions. Donโ€™t let the nerves outweigh the peace, and donโ€™t let them light your path. Instead, l should let hope light my way, not anxiety. For if it were anxiety, I would be scared to move forward. If it were hope, all Iโ€™d want to do is move forward. So, I will move forward.


The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill โ€“ Ms. Lauryn Hill

Deep in my heart, the answer it was in me. And I made up my mind to define my own destiny.

I try to focus on the value of whatโ€™s inside of me. This includes what I was born with, and what I learn and nurture daily. My love for this song is self-explanatory; perhaps I shouldnโ€™t rely on anyone but myself and God, who lives inside of me, (hence my answer being inside) to define my destiny. I shouldnโ€™t let blame take over my mind, shifting responsibility to everything but myself.

My biggest battle with this is to not be overly self-dependent, and to ask for help when need it. Thatโ€™s a balance I am still finding.

Regardless, strength builds up inside me when listen to this song. When I was unsure of who I was and what I wanted, the answer was inside of me. When I was low and confused and lost, my answers were inside of me. And they still are. All I ever had to do was pay attention to myself and listen to what my heart identified as my truths, both ugly and beautiful. As I wake these answers up, I define my own destiny because I’m learning about who I am and using that knowledge to steer me down the path that was always meant for me. Now I’m understanding what’s mine!

I spoke about this more in a podcast episode, have a listen: https://anchor.fm/soyoucanrelate/episodes/13–Deep-in-my-heart–the-answer-it-was-in-me-er2oks


Strength, Courage and Wisdom โ€“ India Arie

Itโ€™s time to step out on faith, I gotta show my face // Strength, courage, and wisdom, itโ€™s been inside of me all along.

Intelligence is one of my biggest insecurities. I donโ€™t want people to think Iโ€™m dumb. At some point I realised this was more of a projection if anything; I simply didnโ€™t believe that I was smart. Any achievement I had didnโ€™t mean anything to me, nor did affirmations from others. When I had exams this year, my battle with intelligence was tougher than it had ever been. It was close to a certain exam when this song came on shuffle and just like The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, it revealed to me that strength, courage and wisdom are inside of me and have always been. Wisdom has always been inside of me.

The battle to genuinely believe this is scary, and for too long I’ve let this battle tell me that I’m not smart. But instead of cowering away as I have always done, I had faith that I could feel as intelligent as I have always desired, and I showed my face, because it mattered to me. I turned up, I tried, and I fought against the thoughts telling me that what I knew wasnโ€™t enough. I kept listening to this song until I finally believed it. My answers are inside, and so is my wisdom. I got an A in that exam.


God Morning โ€“ Natalie Lauren

Today I will show up for myself.

This links to Strength, Courage and Wisdom. Simply put, no one can be relied on to constantly show up for me. But as long as I am living, I have a chance to show up for myself. If I gave someone the responsibility to do something for me and they didnโ€™t do it, I would be sad that they didnโ€™t show up for me. They had one job, why couldnโ€™t they just do it? I realised that if I had the right to be mad at them, I had the responsibility to not do it to myself. Why should I tolerate letting myself down when I donโ€™t tolerate others letting me down? Do I not care about myself and my dreams?

I say, the least you could do is show up for yourself, Adefela. So now, I do. Sometimes doing this is hard because I am human, but itโ€™s still at the back of my mind. Get out of bed when I donโ€™t feel like it: show up. Self-care when I feel sad and need a refresh: show up. Pray when I feel like no one is listening to me: show up. Reply that email because itโ€™s for my own good: show up. Chase my dreams because other people are chasing theirs and itโ€™s not their responsibility to look out for mine: show up.


Victory โ€“ Janelle Monae

Today I feel so troubled deep inside, I wish the tears would roll back in my eyes. Will I rise? Iโ€™ll keep singing songs until the pain goes.

Expression is special with this song as on this occasion, I was unable to express what I was feeling. But I realised that my heart was singing when I pressed play. This song played out of it, as if each beat was a note. Itโ€™s an experience Iโ€™d never had before, and Iโ€™m glad that I now have access to it. This poem explains it better: When will I cry.


Thatโ€™s it! My care playlist.

  • Deeper – Israel Houghton
  • Be Still – Travis Greene
  • Alright – Ledisi
  • Babe Truth – Gaby Duran
  • The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill – Ms. Lauryn Hill
  • Strength, Courage and Wisdom – India Arie
  • God Morning – Natalie Lauren
  • Victory – Janelle Monae

If Iโ€™m listening to these songs Iโ€™m probably in my feelings, which is most of the time. But thatโ€™s okay! These songs bring peace, clarity, solution, stillness, joy and assurance. Of course I listen to them all the time โค .

Maybe I’m just tired

My headโ€™s been hot for so long
and Iโ€™ve been waiting for the cold to seep in
But now that itโ€™s here Iโ€™m reminded
of what I ran away from.

Iโ€™ve spent so long running from what I could feel
that running is what I feel to run from tooโ€ฆ

But maybe Iโ€™m just tired.

Oh what if the sun is down when I wake up
And the blinds are too low
And I donโ€™t want to move
And I think of all my affectionsโ€ฆ

Maybe Iโ€™m just scared.

but I donโ€™t know how to fight this fear
even with God on my side

I should be honest with myself.

I fear the emptiness Iโ€™ve been running from
has been inside me all along
The base feelings Iโ€™ve been taking about
and the Malibu at the bottom of my cup

Iโ€™ve just been distracting myself
from who I really am
and thatโ€™s quite hard to deal withโ€ฆ

But maybe Iโ€™m just tired.

When life gets exhausting

Sometimes I just don’t feel like functioning anymore. Life can break me down, and I believe the only solution is to go into repairs, to take some time out to recover. I should stop treating my time as a free for all and listen to my body when it says it’s tired. I recognise that being able to stop and breathe is a privilege, unfortunately. But stillness is an ongoing battle, and hopefully this realisation will bring me closer to it.

What retrospective thoughts lead to

โ€œGood. As much as life is unpredictable, it can be predicable too. And I predict that you will be okay, LIKE YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN.โ€

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To say I never want to look back and regret is ambitious. I know I will. However, that is expected. Regret is no longer a surprise to me, neither is disappointment, (perceived) failure, or any anti-climax I experience.

I can’t figure out if that is making me more intuitive, or simply numb to the storms of life. But whatever.

Looking back is special to me because it has brought me calm, clarity and acceptance.

Iโ€™ve written about it countless times before; at this point itโ€™s a regurgitation of a well-known fact to me. But I keep on saying it because it means everything.

Hindsight is important because it presents this truth to you:

Everything will be okay, it always has been, it is, and it always will be. Your past present and future are covered, because you have survived everything you have ever been through, and you will continue to do so. You have to believe this.

In light of this truth, you should allow yourself to feel peace.

But, I am not naรฏve. I accept the fact that life sometimes disappoints.  Yet that is the least of my worries nowadays, and I thank God for that.

It goes beyond the scope of learning from my mistakes. Itโ€™s the simple acceptance that life will do what it wants. Sometimes thatโ€™s what we want, and other times it isnโ€™t. I just believe we should accept whatever happens.

Afterall, for something to โ€œhappenโ€ is what is expected. โ€œHappeningโ€ is neutral, itโ€™s just a fact. How we interact with this fact is whatโ€™s most important.

Life happens and happens and happens – itโ€™s been happening, yet itโ€™s been fine.

Dare I say that in retrospect, I didnโ€™t need to worry as much as I ever did? Nerves and anxiety are normal of course, but the fact that things turn out fine in the long run (no matter how long the run is) is a bit more of a reason to relax now, when current “happenings” are worrying and plaguing my mind.

โ€œWasnโ€™t everything okay last time Adefela?โ€ I ask myself. To which I answer yes, it was.

โ€œGood. As much as life is unpredictable, it can be predicable too. And I predict that you will be okay, like you always have been.โ€

Put your name there.

Thatโ€™s the conversation I should have with myself now. The blessing of hindsight is in my possession. I will use whatever it takes to remind myself of that, and to calm myself when I feel like this โ€œhappeningโ€ may just kill me. It probably wonโ€™t.

I nod my head thinking, good, Iโ€™ll keep on trying. And I thank God for the reassurance of everything being fine.

Postponing my pleasures

GIVE IN TO A GOOD THING WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE IT, BECAUSE NOW IS HERE.

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I have a list of things I want to write about. Itโ€™s been piling up for a while. This is at the top, it should be something close to this:

I donโ€™t want to get into my issues too much. Although I like to explore a lot on my blog, I have a diary for a reason – for the deeper issues that must be dealt with behind closed doors.

But this one can slide. Iโ€™m trying to move past cycles of self-deprivation. I wonder if other people postpone their pleasure until they have achieved or received something; until they feel like theyโ€™re there, wherever there is.

Put simply, I keep on waiting for things to become complete before I give myself any gratification. Extreme? I donโ€™t do it for everything all the time, but I do it enough to notice. Perhaps this is difficult to write because I havenโ€™t thought of a way around it, other than to stop doing it. Or at least, do it less.

Itโ€™s funny how often the solution to something is to simply stop, or start.

Note to self: Give in to rewards and self-commendation while the situation is ongoing, rather than waiting for it to be complete. Itโ€™s probably an indication that I donโ€™t see myself as worthy of some pleasures I have access to, not believing that I deserve them. Neither do I know how to handle them.

Or maybe itโ€™s because I have no self-control and I know Iโ€™ll lose my mind if my rewards are not controlled in some way.

But I won’t get lost in thinking about that, because it may turn into a trap of overthinking that stops me from doing anything at all. Sometimes I don’t want to process so much.

I understand that this is a surface-level exploration but as I said, it isnโ€™t my diary.

Yet, perhaps this is identifiable to you.

Stopping and starting are easier than you think. Thereโ€™s no need to rewrite mental patterns. No call for affirmations and no self-convincing. Just simply giving in to a good thing when you feel like it, because now is here.

I donโ€™t need to reiterate how important balance is despite it all.

But yes, just give in. Sometimes thatโ€™s fine.

When will I cry

This song is pulling the pain out of my heart
a mass of incompletion yearning for expression
from a source that could not provide
But since bodies float to the surface when thereโ€™s no life left
I guess my ocean wasnโ€™t so deep after all
Iโ€™ll be like Ophelia in the water
petals and leaves floating around me
As rhythm expresses what I had inside all along
It was the weight of my mind
fooling me into thinking I could never rise
Now itโ€™s the beat of my heart,
fighting to be realised
It pushes me up a final time after I pass away, singing
To be victorious I must find glory in the little things, father take all the fears and sorrow from my life
And it plays through the waves
Lifting whatโ€™s left of me back to the shore, where I should have been all along
Music is helping my heart to sing
And itโ€™s telling me that Iโ€™m not dead yet
I still have inside of me the ability to live
Because my heart never stopped beating
or searching for a vessel to express all it was carrying
Once again I am indebted to it
Thank you for keeping me alive
when I thought I was dead and gone

Where did this start?

Get out your feelings

I sat down and considered that maybe there wasnโ€™t too much going on. Maybe I was lost in the ripples and waves miles away from where the rock hit the water. Thoughts relating to what I had to do mixed with immediate responsibilities and couldnโ€™t see things as clearly as I wanted to. Either that, or I just coudn’t handle the heat like other people. It would be a sad realisation to come toโ€ฆ finding that youโ€™re weaker than others. At the same time, I had told myself and that being strong was overrated. I was weak. In God I found my strength. But I couldnโ€™t extricate that from my definition of a cop-out.

This alone shows how lost I get in these waves.

How do you stay grounded? Does anyone ever remain focused? How do you put your head down for two hours without worrying that you may not make it to the end, distraction-free? How do you shut off that overwhelm of emotion? It distracts me. I could link it to my cycles, the things Iโ€™ve learnt to accept as part of who I am as Adefela. But I found that in delving into myself through a pen for years and years, Iโ€™m unable to swim up from the depths of wondering. I used to feel two centimetres above the ground but now I just want to breathe fresh air again.

The deep blue sea can be so beautiful yet so dark. And after a while the sun stops cutting though those waves. I can sink further into the unknown, past liminal spaces and straight into that unexplored 90%. There, Iโ€™m faced with creatures I didnโ€™t even know existed. I couldnโ€™t describe to you what they looked like, I would struggle just as much to explain the colour red to someone who has never seen before.

How do you come up for air? What creatures of thought do you face? I will never be able to picture them fully because I know they are exclusive to you. But Iโ€™m with you in understanding that they can be so scary and unrecognisable in comparison to the problems you escaped at the foot of the shore. 

What happened next?

Cycles

words I wrote a year ago
turned up again

focusing on my shortcomings
it seems I never let them go

So I’ll stop searching for progress
Since I never find I’m better

As it resonates year by year,
same old story, record and player

Theyโ€™re gathering dust
that I mistook for glitter

Still

and Iโ€™m frustrated by phrases inside that I canโ€™t force into verse
some things enter the mind in silent beauty
and fail to come out the same

Iโ€™m frustrated by living solo
thatโ€™s happening more lately
as windows provide a live feed of the world passing me by
on trains I never board

Frustration: my dreams.
Iโ€™ve maintained my ambition and changed my perspective

thatโ€™s a pivot
and itโ€™s all I have to say

frustrated by strange new addictions picked up on the road,
brand-new habits I desire and fail to implement,
never pushing them past the deep down

They should take up the space I prefer.
I thought I got my space back a year ago
but somehow nothing else has moved in

now that space reminds me of the same old tenants.