Lemonading

Learning something new every day. It is that way of life, seeing things with hope, with an added dose of realism. Not toxic positivity but not despair.

Hey, what’s the point of this / Oh, hey, what’s your favorite song / Maybe we could hum along / Well, I think you’re smart / You sweet thing / Tell me your name / I’m dying here / Ah-ooh, got you where I want you. (The Flys)

He has me exactly where I want to be, and maybe it is where he wants me to be, too. 

I wrote earlier about causing myself pain, so let me contradict myself a bit. The term lemonading suits me well. I understand myself, and I understand the world, but I will still go with the flow, maybe not living the laughing and loving lifestyle to the extreme, but definitely looking at things in ways that tell me I am confident it will work out one way or the other. After all, I have no control, and that is exactly how I like it.