“I’ve been down this road walking the line that is painted by pride. I’ve made mistakes in my life that I just can’t hide. I believe I am ready for what love has to bring. I got myself together and now I am ready to sing.
I’ve been searching my soul tonight. I know there’s so much more to life. Now I know I can shine the light to find my way back home.
One by one the chains around me unwind. Every day now I feel that I can leave those years behind. oh I’ve been thinking of you for a long time. There’s a side of my life where I’ve been blind….” (Searchin My Soul by Vonda Shepard).
I think it’s been twenty years since I watched the Ally McBeal show on TV. I have hardly ever watched much TV, but I watched that. It wasn’t until recently that I was reminded of the show, and so I watched an episode or two. And I cried. Not because the show was sad. She was me and I was her. She was smart but insecure. She was successful yet uncomfortable in her skin. No wonder I watched the show.
Too bad we couldn’t bring back the cast and do a 2019 version of the show. I could tell them what Ally would be like now. Ally could go to Al Anon meetings. Ally could teach her kid how to break the cycle of the family disease. Ally could heal. Ally could rest easy.