My inner voice is Pink.

– A Berly View

A turning point for me is when I realized that I am in charge of my inner voice. One day, I decided I would no longer beat myself down for my weakness. See them, Yes. Try to improve them, Yes. But hold me down, No. I am in charge of my inner voice and my inner voice is perfect.

Thank you Pink for this and so many of your songs. Your songs help keep me and so many others strong. Seriously, You are the best.

Made a wrong turn, once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that’s alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss ‘No way, it’s all good’, it didn’t slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated
Look, I’m still around

I tried this blog thing once before. I loved it. I have always been a story teller and a natural over sharer. But Oops, I over shared about someone in my life and they did not care for it AT ALL. So as a result, they no longer talk to me.

You’re so mean when you talk about yourself, you were wrong
Change the voices in your head make them like you instead
So complicated, look happy, you’ll make it
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game
It’s enough, I’ve done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, I’ve seen you do the same

It is a parent that stopped talking to me. I don’t think it is possible to completely get over the loss of a parent’s love but I made a conscience effort to move forward. A conscience effort to not only move forward but also heal. To not only forgive them but also forgive myself. I thought it was going to kill me but it didn’t.

The whole world’s scared so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line, and we try try try
But we try too hard and it’s a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, cause they’re everywhere
They don’t like my jeans; they don’t get my hair
Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time
Why do we do that? Why do I do that

It took a long time but I feel better now…stronger. I have still lost a living parent but have grown to accept my new reality. I still believe it to be a huge tragedy but life goes on even after tragedy. While it is apparent that it was more then just my written word that destroyed this relationship, I will be a little more careful with my words when writing of others. I am ready to move forward and start this blog again.

Why do I do that?
Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty baby
Pretty, pretty please, don’t you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than fuckin’ perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing, you’re fuckin’ perfect to me, yeah
You’re perfect, you’re perfect
Oh pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothin’ you’re fuckin’ perfect to me