You try to do the right thing, but you just end up feeling useless. Your head knows the right thing, but your heart is not playing along.
So then the bear comes out. She's loud, not mad, but loud.
And it's early. What are you supposed to do?
You have a lot on your plate tomorrow, but you don't want to do any of it. You'd rather run. Cop out. "You baby!"
You'll step up to the plate, like you always do, and hit a home run. You DO have it in you! (Can't believe the baseball reference. But it works.)
Oh and the picture of that guy? I'd wager it's the Florida Keys.
Listening to Keane, Coldplay, and every variation in-between.
She liked that stuff saying, "This one I like."
Small, subtle victories.
