Aug 09, 2008 05:12
Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever been more mine or on MY OWN than what I'm doing right now.
I love it; I am proud of myself. I thought I would feel... completely ecstatic. And I do. I completely do. But I'm a little stressed about it. Feels like this big step, or more of a leap of faith. And I have no idea what's going to happen and how it'll pan out. It's all on me. The rest of my life depends on if I sink or swim and the decisions I make in the next year. No pressure, right?
This is going to be the best and worst year of my whole life, I know it.
But it's okay.
Because The Beatles can always simply yet beautifully sum it up for you:
What would think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
He gets high with a little help from his friends,
Oh I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.
What do I do when my love is away.
(Does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you're on your own)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I'm gonna to try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
Would you believe in a love at first sight?
Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light?
I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,
Oh I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody?
I need someone to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love
Oh...
I get by with a little help from my friends,
I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends
I get high with a little help from my friends
Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,
with a little help from my friends
I'm really glad I'm going to Florida tomorrow.
Driving ten hours, the beach, old haunts, good tunes, gigantic iced coffees, your best friend.
Puts things into perspective. Gets your head on strait.
Couldn't be more perfect timing.
8/8/08 was supposed to be my luckiest day.