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. 


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Monica Sword

Monica Sword is an aspiring author and artist living a deeply heartfelt life. Following the early death of three family members, including her daughter, she struggled to balance home and work life. Once she discovered how to apply her conscientious and high-achieving personality to honor her passions, be mindful of her emotional reactions and focus on self-care, she developed a creative mindset that produces her most meaningful life work. On her website, lifeisaprettyword.com, Monica inspires and encourages others to honor their heart and soul in mindful ways.