Coming off of what was one of the worst periods of my life (the year 2010),
here I am (in 2011) entering a state of change and endings...
I quiver at the thought of knowing that when I look out into the audience on my graduation day, you won't be there... or when I land my first real job, you won't be there to celebrate with me... or for Christmas, where will you be?
Or when you're going through the hardest times of your life, I won't be able to be there for you.
I'll survive. I'll be alive still, but I won't be living & that's no lie.
...I'm wearing an over-sized, gray sweater that's not even mine.
Sometimes, we need to accept that when the fat lady's done singing, she's ready to head home to her 6 pound roast and crash -- In other words, when the show is over, it's done.
You may love hearing her sing and you may love her coral-feathered dress -- in fact, you could probably listen to her sing ALL night, but when she's done, her ass is tired and ready to get off that stage.
& there ain't nothin' you can do to make her come back.
