So here I am again. Stop or go. Why must I be a traffic light. Can't I be the pedestrian. I don't care if I'm hit by a taxi on the way, I just don't want to be the one constantly changing its mind. I mean, I guess I'm not exactly like the light. It, at least, will change at a somewhat predictable, continual pace. But I think I've decided, overall, that I need to get over the fear of change and that in order to do that, I have to get a job that makes me happy. I can't settle anywhere if I have nothing to hold onto except my wants of acceptance. Lately, I feel like a dog waiting for its owner to come home because I have nothing better to do. Wow. I've gone from traffic light to dog...well at least a dog is loved, right? And that I am and I'm grateful for my amazing family and the friends that have stuck by me through my craziness. Ok. Just wanted to talk and get some things out.(listening to "Down"~~Jason Walker "and I'm tired of waiting, waiting here in line, hoping that I'll find what I've been chasing...)
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