Traffic light

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...)