
Anyway, the first song in Tangled is an upbeat, acoustic-guitar driven account of the life of a princess locked in a tower wondering, as the song is entitled, "When Will My Life Begin?" (Click here to listen to the original.) Within a few days of seeing the movie in theaters, I had learned the song on guitar and was considering the possibility of covering it, but I didn't really have reason to sing about candle-making and ventriloquy and brushing and brushing and brushing my hair.
Plus, the song was touching on something I've thought about a great deal over the past several years: seriously, when will my life begin? In middle school, I was sure high school was when my real life would arrive; in high school, I couldn't wait to get to college; and I finished college a semester early and drummed my fingers until graduate school started.
Now I'm in seminary, where I thought I'd be affirmed and built up, and although that does happen, I pretty regularly feel inadequate, uninteresting, and just plain behind. Did my life already start and I just missed it? How much longer do I get to play the "I'm really young" card? Will I ever really know if I'm living into God's will for my life? The answer to all these questions is "I don't know!" And so I modified the words to "When Will My Life Begin?" and added a bridge. Check out the video I posted on YouTube (which, to my happy surprise, has garnered quite a bit of positive attention from fellow Tangled fans)—the lyrics (and chords) are in the video description—and look for the hope in the confusion.
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