It’s all connected

This week I want to tell you a story about something that happened to me recently. It is a story around my newest song lyric, which so far is probably my best attempt from my five years of writing song lyrics. Still, if I hadn’t started my weight loss journey in February, and been as successful as I have been, I would never have written these lyrics.

 
The lyrics came to me out of nowhere one day while I was sitting and watching mindless TV, probably around three weeks back now. The chorus just appeared, combined with the frame of the story and I quickly jotted it all down, so I wouldn’t forget. Then, the following night, the moon kept me awake so I decided to write the first two verses. While at work the next day, I was forming the bridge and the final verse in my mind, so when I got home I put those down on paper too.

 
This procedure is nothing strange in itself. This is often my way of writing, but before I go any further with my story, I will share the lyrics with you. The lyrics are called “Got to let this woman be strong.”

 
Got to let this woman be strong

You’ve been moving
in my circles for a while.
Oh yes, I’ve noticed,
you’ve got a certain style.

You’ve been asking
all about me; yes, I’ve heard.
You want to know me?
This complicated bird?

Chorus
You can buy me a coffee.
You can cook me a meal.
You can sing me a song
that tells me how you feel.
But this girl’s been to hell and back.
The journey made me strong.
If you can’t cope with that,
then we won’t last long.
You’ve got to let this woman be strong!

Bridge
You got to be secure enough
to love the strength in me.
If you’re the controlling kind,
we’ll never share a key.

Chorus
You can buy me a coffee.
You can cook me a meal.
You can sing me a song
that tells me how you feel.
But this girl’s been to hell and back.
The journey made me strong.
If you can’t cope with that,
then we won’t last long.
You’ve got to let this woman be strong!

I’m no pick-nick,
there are calmer ways to live.
But if you’re certain,
this girl got lots to give.

Chorus
You can buy me a coffee
You can cook me a meal.
You can sing me a song
that tells me how you feel.
But this girl’s been to hell and back.
The journey made me strong.
If you can’t cope with that,
then we won’t last long.
You’ve got to let this woman be strong!
©2018 Åsa Sandberg

 

I sent the lyrics for an evaluation to a company in America called “SongDoor”. They are incredible harsh, but very fair, and I have learned a great deal about lyric writing just by listening to their advice, even though it’s been hard to get really trashed by them a few times.

 
This time I couldn’t believe my eyes when I got the evaluation back. This is what they said;
“We heard “Broadway” or “West End” all over these lyrics. We could all imagine some woman alone on a stage, in the spotlight, just singing her heart out, like in “Waitress” or something similar. Great imagery and a delightful cadence to the lyrics. Not a lot to criticize here, very well done. We’d love to hear the accompanying music. These are well-written words with serious commercial potential.”

 
As you can imagine, I was over the moon with that evaluation. Still that isn’t the most magical thing about these lyrics. The most magical thing is that I was able to write a lyric like that without any feelings of shame. As I said, these lyrics just came to me from out of nowhere. I don’t know who the woman I’m writing about is, I don’t know why the story appeared as it did, but what I do know is that in the beginning of this year I wouldn’t have written it down even if it was given to me as a freebie from the Universe. It would have been totally impossible, because at that time I felt I was the ugliest and most horrid thing walking around on this earth, and because of that I would have felt that I had no right to write lyrics about a woman that had noticed a man was interested in her. I would have been scared that someone would think I was writing about myself and all I would have felt was shame, due to, among other things, what my sister used to tell me; “Who would like to be with someone that looks like you?”.

 
Only a few months go I would have rejected this gift from the Universe in the form of a lyric, because of how ashamed I was over being overweight and with a self-image that only made me want to hide. Three weeks ago, I just wrote the lyric down like any other lyric. No feelings of shame and no worries about anything. I wrote it with joy. I can’t begin to tell you what an amazing feeling that was. To be able to see that I had freed myself in yet another way from the chains my old self-image had forced me to wear. I really have come a long way within my weight loss journey. Much, much further that the weight loss the bathroom scales, so far, shows. It is a great example of how everything in life is connected.

 
On top of this I have also had my best week in, what feels like, months when it comes to my eating. I’ve made good choices all week long and I haven’t had to fight with myself or struggle very much. Weight wise I haven’t got a clue where I’m at due to not knowing how accurate my new bathrooms scales are compared with the ones in class. Still, I have lost the two pounds I had put on last week and tomorrow I will find out what that means in relation to the scales in class.

 
Now I have been to class and found out that my new bathroom scales are 1Ib or half a kilo heavier than the one at my weekly meetings. This is ok as long as I know and today I weighed in at half a pound or 300 gr lighter than two weeks ago, so it has gone the right way again. Not much, but the right way!

 
Take care and see you in 7!
Åsa

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