The Truth: Loving Myself First

sex blog female erotica literoticaI sat with The Brother, Sunshine (my sister-in-law), and The Marine yesterday, lacking only My Favorite Scorpio from my support network.  It was so strong and comfortable that I wanted to stay snuggled in the understanding of the people who know me best and feel what I want in life.

Contemplation of leaving to return back to my everyday life was very difficult.

The choices are all at once simple and complex. 

  • Go back to my life and continue to stand confidently on my own two feet with the knowledge of how I have to guide the ship to get what I want in life.  Sometimes, this course is very lonely.
  • Stay in the comfort of the people to accept me completely as I am without questions with a sideways smile and a “that’s how she is” comment.

For everyone who is facing a walk back into the real world after choosing to leave a comfortable situation….who faces the world with the person they can be rather than a place with a person they pretend to be, cheers! 

Because, sometimes…Big girls do cry!  And that can be strong too.~~Dee

Fergie / Big Girls Don’t Cry
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You’re probably on your flight back to your home town
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
To be with myself and Center, Clarity
Peace, Serenity

[CHORUS:]
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It’s personal, myself and I
We’ve got some straightening out to do
And I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I’ve got to get a move on with my life
It’s time to be a big girl now
And big girls don’t cry

The path that I’m walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps ’til I’m full grown, full grown
Fairytales don’t always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay

And I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I’ve got to get a move on with my life
It’s time to be a big girl now
And big girls don’t cry

Like the little school mate in the school yard
We’ll play jacks and UNO cards
I’ll be your best friend and you’ll be mine Valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
‘Cause I want to hold yours too
We’ll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But it’s time for me to go home
It’s getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself and Center, Clarity
Peace, Serenity

4 thoughts on “The Truth: Loving Myself First

  1. PepperMintGirl–Welcome. Thank you for the comment. BTW, I reviewed your blog and enjoyed the content. Left a lengthy response to one of the postings there as I would be interested in some cross discussion on (or other) topics.~~Dee

  2. I totally love that song!

    The thing that keep cropping up in my life and others is fear.

    Sometimes.. I just want to stand up and shout “Do you want to hide away and be “safe and comfortable” or do you want to face your fears and love/live life to the fullest???”

    I’ll take facing my fears…but the problem isn’t always me.. it’s the person next to me who won’t face theirs.

    xoxoxoxoxo

  3. Kitty–I love that song too. I think it is her best. I always risk myself. Sometimes, I get a big fat bloody nose….like someone I am missing like hell right now. But sometimes, when you take that chance, the world opens up. Although you cant control the hurt others will pass your way…by mistake or by design…at the end, you can only hope that you lived, love, and enjoyed as much as you could.

    BTW…often, realizing that the problem is not with you is a gift. When you cant fix it, get rid of it with the knowledge you tried like hell.

    Kisses for My Favorite Pink Pussy!!~~Dee

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