I felt warm as I sat on the train reading a magazine listening to Lizz Fields.
The song was "Simply Put, I Love You." At first, I mused that it was meant for Afroman as most things things with love I equate to him. I saw myself not leaving the train station. I wanted to simply cross to the other side and go home to sleep, to lay in bed, and be poetic. I wanted the warmth of my emotions and to be with myself.
And India.Arie's song "Headed in the Right Direction" played and I felt like it was a sign. I visualized myself on the bus calling my boss to tell her I have bad cramps and can't walk.
But, it was just athought I have to work to eat.
This is my responsibility as an adult. I stopped to write this blog with hope in my heart that I made the right choice.
I realized that the Lizz Fields song was not for Afroman at all. It is for me.
Simply put, I love me.
I think I'm finally ready to face the day.