T. Swift.

T Swift. Now 23 years old.

Yeah, her songs are obnoxious.

(Think "We-eee are never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever getting back together.. okay! We get it!! )

Maybe it isn't her.

Break up with a guy.

Write an album.

Kind of melodramatic, eh?

I think T Swift is beautiful and had a great voice.

But I have always thought she needed to grow up a little. Write about something that changes people. Write about something that means something. Not just a little love song after you get dumped/do the dumping.

But I was thinking the other day. After the CMAs, AMAs, etc.

Maybe it's not her.

Maybe it's me.

By 22, she gave away more money than I will make in my entire life.

Her dream was to be a singer. And that she is. Shoved--albeit, by choice--into the spotlight. She can't buy chocolate and wine without people speculating she has broken up with the next boyfriend. She can't go to a party alone without people clammering about her next album and who will be the target of a snarky comment on national television. (We-eeeee are never, ever, ever...)

Maybe she just wants to be 22.

Maybe, sometimes, I need to think a little more like T Swift.

Let's all just be 22 for a little while.