All day the lyrics to a song was stuck in my head. The one where they sing something about disappointment being my closest friend. Unlike in the song, I realized no one was going to come along and save me from the feeling down-hearted. I'd have to handle that myself. Its my "deal" anyway, right? No sense in expecting someone else to fix my mood.
Speaking of expectations (which should probably be the topic of another entire post) . . . not stating my expectations clearly, only because I thought a bit of subtlety was in order, is how the trouble started in the first place.
Thankfully, the lyrics swirling in my head were finally replaced with my departed stepfather's voice saying, "I like to call a spade, a spade." Sounds, to me, like a title to a new song.