I woke up so blue today. I didn’t have any particular reason, no sudden changes or situation occurred. I was just sad. It was a pity party for one, and I sure had a big party hat. Some days are just harder I guess. I was frustrated about some digestive issues I have been having, about not being able to do the things I really wanted to do because my mobility issues and feeling sick and tired of being sick and tired. Could I be any bigger of a baby?
It all turned out alright. After I talked to friend via messenger for a while I took a shower. Pink and I sang it out for a while. I listened to Crystal Ball over and over. The second part of the verses and the chorus really spoke to me today. It helped me get over my pity party. I love Pink.
At any rate, Mom and I went into Seattle for the rest of the day. It was awesome. We went to Salumi and got lunch to go. We walked over to 2nd and Main to the Waterfall Garden and ate our lunch at the tables surrounding the waterfall. It was so relaxing listening to the water. When we were done we walked around the arboretum. Some of the trees even had blooms on them already! It was quite beautiful. We even sat on a bench and had a nice talk for a while. We left there and drove along Lake Washington through Renton on our way home. It really ended up being a perfect day.
I guess I am going to have my moments. It’s ok to have the blues, have my pity party, but I am glad that I was able to turn this day around. It really was just what the doctor ordered.
Crystal Ball
Drinking wine and thinking bliss, is on the other side of this
I just need a compass and a willing accomplice
All my doubts that fill my head are skidding up and down again
Up and down and round again, down and up and down again.
Oh, I've had my chances and I've taken them all.
Just to end up right back here on the floor.
To end up right back here in on the floor.
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
The cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
Sometimes you think everything is wrapped inside a diamond ring
Love just needs a witness and a little forgivness
And a halo of patience and a less sporadic pace and
I'm learning to be brave in my beautiful mistakes.
Oh I've felt that fire and I've been burned
But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned
I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned.
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Of the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
Irony, irony, this hate and love, hate and love
What it does to me, what it's done to me.
What is done...done
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Broken mirrors and a black cat's cold stare,
Walk under ladders on my way to hell, I'll meet you there.
But I'm not scared at all, hmm...I'm not scared at all.
Bout the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
I just need a compass and a willing accomplice
All my doubts that fill my head are skidding up and down again
Up and down and round again, down and up and down again.
Oh, I've had my chances and I've taken them all.
Just to end up right back here on the floor.
To end up right back here in on the floor.
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
The cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
Sometimes you think everything is wrapped inside a diamond ring
Love just needs a witness and a little forgivness
And a halo of patience and a less sporadic pace and
I'm learning to be brave in my beautiful mistakes.
Oh I've felt that fire and I've been burned
But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned
I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned.
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Of the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
Irony, irony, this hate and love, hate and love
What it does to me, what it's done to me.
What is done...done
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Broken mirrors and a black cat's cold stare,
Walk under ladders on my way to hell, I'll meet you there.
But I'm not scared at all, hmm...I'm not scared at all.
Bout the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
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