I hope that you're as glad as I am that Spring shall soon spring forth.
As I tiptoe quickly to ONE MILLION views - gasp!- another huge milestone is here. March 5 marks 15 years since I birthed Life by Chocolate. What a fantastical ride it's been!
In those early days, I used to create posts by weaving personal narrative with song lyrics. We're giving this strategy another go now.
The song, Hold On by Wilson Phillips, has lifted my spirits at dark moments over these past few weeks. May it offer you the same.
Please enjoy and hold on, with love for yourself and chocolate on the side.
I know this pain
Confusion, rage, despair. Another damn breakup.
Why do you lock yourself up in these chains?
Our laughter and playfulness kept me in bliss.
No one can change your life except for you
We'd grow old and crotchety together.
Don't ever let anyone step all over you
Somehow my love's sudden rudeness didn't cause pause.
Is it really fair to feel this way inside?
He'd checked out. He gave up on me, on us.
Someday, somebody's gonna make you wanna
Me? Not at all. Six months later now, I still feel love for him.
Turn around and say "goodbye"
I had no say.
Until then, baby, are you gonna let them
"You're a coward," I said, for making me do the breaking-up that he wanted for reasons that he refused to express.
Hold you down and make you cry?
At sunrise the next morning, I returned his spare house key and clumpy flattened air mattress. Done.
Don't you know?
But weeks later, I came upon his Scrabble game board. Damn. One more thing to return.
Don't you know things can change?
We played over 100 Scrabble games in those nearly 2.5 years together.
Things'll go your way
I won nearly every round. Still, I celebrated his winnings more than mine. "Yippee! My baby won!" I jumped and shouted, engaging in silly improvisational dance maneuvers after drowning him in hugs and kisses.
Can you hold on for one more day?
The message "You win" struck when I carried his game to my car.
Hold on for one more day
I left it on his front porch, then drove to work. Done now. It's over.
You could sustain...
I'll be okay.
Things'll go your way
Pain will come and go, while it generally softens over time.
If you hold on for one more day
I miss him sometimes, like now.
If you hold on
Worlds upon worlds have opened to confer gold glittery magic. Were I still in his/our world, I'd not have entered any of the others.
Can you hold on?
I'm sure of it. I win.
Hold on, baby.
I'm a winner.