
You’ve got me messed up.
You’ve got me drinking
Because I’m pissed off over wasted time.
Had me making unnecessary changes
When all along
It wasn’t me, it was you
Who was all wrong.
You’ve got me messed up.
You’ve got me changing my look
Taking special care
Trying to make my ways pleasing
When all the while you were deceiving?
You were trying to turn me into someone
You weren’t willing or even able to be for me?
Oh, boy, you’ve got me messed up.
It’s was never about me, it was always about you.
Though you could name every one of my flaws,
You would never admit that you were the cause… well, of most of them.
You were blind to your own demons.
You would pick and choose our sins.
Your lips would never touch my wine glass,
But you had no problem drinking from my cup?
Well if you thought you’d get another chance,
Bruh, you’ve got me messed up!




The ripples in the wake of a passing ship are forceful, resilient, and reactive! They roll, they crash, they break, and they dash, all in response to being disturbed from their normal, placid state. They’ll push back, but eventually, they will back down until they, too, disappear out of sight.
My life was small, and I was comfortable with that. It was far easier to make excuses than to make changes. I knew my purpose, and I had no less than a dozen black-and-white, marbled journals full of great ideas. Shoot, I even had a vision board! (You’ll learn more about that in The Journey). So what was the problem? I knew what I was supposed to do, but I just couldn’t seem to do it. The answer dawned on my while I was listening to a Jazmine Sullivan song, which was appropriately entitled ‘Fear’. Apparently Jazmine and I have a lot in common. Anyway, change is scary, but it is necessary! This blog is all about changing and getting out of my comfort zone; a process that is decidedly UN-comfortable by the way. I don’t have it all together yet, but it’s way past time to launch out and try something new!
