I have always hated the song Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield. I could never put my finger on why. Was it the beat? Was it her voice? Was it because it was the soundtrack for "The Hills"? I don't know. I just knew that the moment it came on I jumped to change the radio station. But something stopped me today. Today I listened.

I am unwritten. Have you LISTENED to this song? Have you HEARD what she is saying? NO ONE ELSE can speak/do/act like me. NO ONE. NO ONE ELSE can write my book. ONLY ME. I have the choice. I have the choice to be happy or sad or frustrated or grateful. No one but me. I have the choice to "live my life with arms wide open." How AWESOME does that sound? Arms wide open. Embracing the world and all the people in it with all their faults and quirks and hoping that they do the same for me.

Today is where your book begins. We have all heard the saying, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life." But have you listened to it? Have you embraced? Today is the FIRST day towards making a change. Today is the first day that I get to start being more patient/more kind/more gentle/more better (Yes I know it's not proper grammar! Sorry Lori and Michelle but it WORKS!). Today is my day to start over. Yesterday happened and I have to deal with the consequences but TODAY? Today is my first day. And I get to decide what today will be.

I am deeply in love with this song now. I have sang it to myself all day. I have decided that Today and Tomorrow I'm giving myself a chance. A break. I don't have to be perfect. I have the opportunity to write my story with my flaws and be proud of it. Today is where it starts. Today I start over. And the rest? Well, I'll write that as I go. It is unwritten as of yet.



Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield


Unwritten
by Natasha Bedingfield

I am unwritten
Can't read my mind
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
The pens in my hand
Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Yeah oh, oh

I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the line
oh yeah, yeah
We've been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I can't live that way oh, oh

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel if for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drenched yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where you book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release you inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
NO ONE ELSE, NO ONE ELSE
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live you life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
And the rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten