Listening to this song as I wait for sleep.
It was the lyrics that got to me first…then the melody.
Let Go by Shaimus.
What do you think?
Listening to this song as I wait for sleep.
It was the lyrics that got to me first…then the melody.
Let Go by Shaimus.
What do you think?
I’m tempted.
To throw myself a pity party.
Don’t you feel that way sometimes? I do.
Especially when I’m sick… like now. And not just my usual allergy attack. That I can deal with -
Different kind of sick. The kind that makes you want to be cuddled and pampered.
And there’s about a thousand or so things to do that just seem too important, and urgent, and no one else can possibly do them.
So here I am, lying in bed, feeling sorry for myself, and stressing out over things that I feel I need to do.
So who’s stressing me out? I am. Just me.
Like I said, I feel ripe for a pity party.
And I’m going to start, with a big bowl of ice cream.
And no, I’m not sharing.
Throw your own.
Of course it’s a matter of perspective though.
They’re important, but not as much as my health.
They really may be urgent, and there’s always something that can be done about that.
As for no one else being able to do them… maybe that’s just what I like to think.
Reblogged from 365 Days of Shopping...In My Own Closet:
For sometime these past few weeks, I’ve been talking about my “dance recital”.
Dancing always brings me great pleasure… and performing in public, feels so empowering. I’ve only done it twice though. First time was last year. I did more “numbers” then but I think for this year, this number could very well be the highlight.
I don’t know if I should be posting this… but hey, when you’re passionate about something, you’ve got…