Secrets From a Junebug: Through Differences I See Humanity

(Had to share Junebug's first Chuck E Cheese Experience!)

Today. Hmm. So much in my mind today not even sure where to start. I miss my Junebug. Stayed at Daddy's last night and will be there again tonight. It's really tough sharing the one thing you love the most. However, probably shouldn't go there today. Stay tuned for more exciting stories of baby daddy drama :-)

Today I feel like a Salvador Dali painting. So many random, separate stories all in one place. Well, maybe two. My heart and head. And its a never ending story with man. That is the battle with his heart and head. So you make the decision of what is best, according to your head. But then you remain unhappy because your heart is telling you something totally different. How can you live like that? Why would God give you two totally separate feelings that play a part in every decision. Even when it comes to whats for lunch. You're head says I would really love a big mac, but your heart says don't eat that, its not healthy for me. Or maybe thats your stomach? This is so confusing.

Nobody has the same heart. Except in that weird situation of a movie Return to Me with Minnie Driver and David Duchovny... You can feel the same thing at the same time: sad, happy, love. But each heart feels it differently. With the exception of your soul mate. There is a reason they are called soul mates. Cause your hearts melt together, laugh together, love together. When you find that one, its like fireworks. Beautiful, loud, sometimes obnoxious, but at the same time breathtaking. I know, I'm so cliché. Yes, we all make mistakes. Maybe light the fuse a little too early. I strive to live and learn (refer to Beware of Tiger). And if my head choses to slap on a band-aid and move on... then it dos. But if it decides to take the plunge and rip that band-aid off... hurt for a while... and then create some more fireworks, then thats my heart. Not yours.

Life is dirty, it stains my beauty. And sometimes its hard for people to see through all the dirt, like Pig-Pen. It's me who has to strain to hold on to myself through all of this. To remember who I am. To not let others influence my heart to sway one way or another. It's my battle.