"Theme from Mahogany (Do You Know Where You're Going To)" - Diana Ross It's been a rough couple of days. I spent most of it pacing back and forth in order to find some sense of direction, but I'm completely at a standstill. I've been here and done that, unchallenged by the work that I do and continuously challenged by the people in it. It's a joke. This idea of helping one another in order to help others is a big, fat joke. I know...I've always known the tricks of the trade, yet I refuse to give in so easily. It's not who I am and sadly, it's making me miserable. I either do as they say or defend my job's integrity, but how far will I go to maintain job security? I have no voice, no say, no room in this role I play, but I just don't know where to go anymore. I don't know what I want to do and I'm afraid that if I leave, I'll end up with absolutely nothing. And I can't even afford nothing . So I'm trapped because of ...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.