Getting Over Stuff

So, I've been thinking about my life. Myself. Understanding the part of me that acts the way it does without my input. Sometimes that part can be great, like if I'm quick to act in a situation. Or I go into overdrive when I need to meet a deadline or come through for a friend.

Then there's those parts that hold you and don't let you breathe. The part that makes you give and share yourself to a person who doesn't care. To a person who's indifferent. Then I think about life. There's only about, what, 75 or so years in it? And should any of those years be ignored or insignificant?

This topic has been coursing through my brain on and off for months. Today I found a sentence written about a musician, Sara Bareilles, that perfeclty words what I've been struggling with. It read that her latest album covers "her past relationships, insecurities, and inner battles with trying to trust her instincts".

...relationships, insecurities, and inner battles to trust my instincts...

Trust my instincts. Yeah. I think I oughtta do that.

-Linda