March shall go down in history as the month I spent the most time with my girlfriends. In all forms - from someone who knew me from long ago, to someone I share books with and to someone who is also a client.
You can seek the advice of others, surround yourself with trusted advisors.
I suppose in the face of it all - the aftermath of February - I was seeking ways to justify my thoughts, as well as to keep the new ones at bay. But tonight, I can no longer keep that new dust bunny at bay. It has been gnawing away at my insides that it has unsettled me so much. I can no longer be untrue.
But in the end, the decision is always yours and yours alone.
Like it was recounted to me - Was it all in my head? Did it happen? - I sure would like to think it was only ALL in my head. But no, it was said outloud and it un-nerves me. For you see, all my life, I have always left the ball in someone else's court. And for once, someone is telling me "It's your call".
And when it's time to act and you're all alone with your back against the wall,
I suppose it is MY call - what I wish to do with MY life. Yet, it is not so much the words but the manner in which is was said. And because I do not want the responsibility of having to decide. And because I do not want the responsibility of setting myself up for a fall - I brush it aside and be all uppity-bitchy.
You can seek the advice of others, surround yourself with trusted advisors.
I suppose in the face of it all - the aftermath of February - I was seeking ways to justify my thoughts, as well as to keep the new ones at bay. But tonight, I can no longer keep that new dust bunny at bay. It has been gnawing away at my insides that it has unsettled me so much. I can no longer be untrue.
But in the end, the decision is always yours and yours alone.
Like it was recounted to me - Was it all in my head? Did it happen? - I sure would like to think it was only ALL in my head. But no, it was said outloud and it un-nerves me. For you see, all my life, I have always left the ball in someone else's court. And for once, someone is telling me "It's your call".
And when it's time to act and you're all alone with your back against the wall,
I suppose it is MY call - what I wish to do with MY life. Yet, it is not so much the words but the manner in which is was said. And because I do not want the responsibility of having to decide. And because I do not want the responsibility of setting myself up for a fall - I brush it aside and be all uppity-bitchy.
the only voice that matters is the one in your head.
But all said and done. And all the false bravado aside - I have to ask "What was it all for?" when I could be happier with the thought that while it may not be conventional, it is what it is. And didn't we already knew that from long ago? Hadn't I already make that decision? And so far, hasn't it proven me right?
The one telling you what you already knew.
Perhaps then I should be asking my lady friends a different opinion. Not one of why men will always be boys. But rather, what it takes to stick it through.
The one that's almost always right.
But all said and done. And all the false bravado aside - I have to ask "What was it all for?" when I could be happier with the thought that while it may not be conventional, it is what it is. And didn't we already knew that from long ago? Hadn't I already make that decision? And so far, hasn't it proven me right?
The one telling you what you already knew.
Perhaps then I should be asking my lady friends a different opinion. Not one of why men will always be boys. But rather, what it takes to stick it through.
The one that's almost always right.
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