So maybe it was all Delilah's fault. We were on the car this evening, when while flipping through radio stations, chanced upon the Delilah show. Oh wow, I used to listen to this a long time ago, but I haven't in such a long time. And it is still as cheesy and saccharine as ever, but in my heart of hearts, I loved it. All these people falling in love, falling out of love, falling back in love. All the stories may sound the same, but the beats of each heart are so different. And beautiful. And when I got home, saw the GLEE episode, and it's the one about first love, and first time, and it just tore me apart. I am such a wreck, that I found myself hysterical in tears and I look at myself in the mirror and I ask myself, how did I get here, at this point of my life, and I had no answer. but now I am okay, and I can just say I like the way I have lived my life, mistakes and all. And I vow never to listen to Delilah again.
My private measure of success is daily.
If this were to be the last day of my life
would I be content with it?
To live in a harmonious balance
of commitments and pleasures
is what I strive for.
~ Jane Rule
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