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{August 18, 2013}   Learning to be more Assertive

The idea for this post came yesterday as I was over at my Nanny’s visiting with my older sister Sherri and her almost-10-year-old boy Matthew.  We were discussing about her middle daughter (my niece Grace) and how she is not good at being assertive and standing up for herself.  I could relate, and my Mom said that I get this for her, which is true.  I’ve never been good at being assertive OR standing up for myself, although I believe I am better at it at the age of 29 than I was as a child.  It’s hard for me to speak up and tell someone they are doing something wrong.  It’s hard for me to stand up to authority and say that I do not agree.  I shy away from this.  When I was younger, I would say the main reason was being shy.  Being bullied in front of authority that did nothing probably did not help at all, either.  If the ones who you are supposed to turn to just ignore things, then what good is it to say anything?  No one will take me seriously, right?

As I have grown up, I have tried to stand up more and speak up more, but I still fall short of where I SHOULD be.  I don’t consider shyness a reason anymore.  Nowadays, I believe avoiding conflict and caring too much about what others think are the two main culprits.  They also happen to go hand in hand if you stop and think about it.  I HATE dealing with conflict.  There has been a lot of conflict in my life, and I prefer to avoid it as much as possible at all costs.  I KNOW I get this from my Mom.  All my life, I have seen her steer clear of rocking the boat.  If her food arrives burned to her table at a restaurant, she will just sit there and eat it while telling us how burned it is.  If we tell her to tell the waiter, she would say, “No”…she did not want to cause problems.  So…it just figures that I would have the same attitude in regards to things.  In the same situation, I would probably tell the waiter, but while telling them, I would apologize for making them take my plate back.  Now, thinking about that, I shake my head at myself.  Why would I need to apologize for the cook’s mistake? I wouldn’t, but that’s the way my mind tends to work in these situations.  I avoid asking the tough questions to those in authority because I worry about seeming rude.  I worry that by saying or asking the wrong things I will cause conflict.  I worry so much about this perceived conflict that things MAY cause that I let things slip by, I let people take advantage, and I end up feeling lost and confused.

Have you ever heard those stories where someone is working somewhere, comes up with an idea and someone else steals it and gets credit for it? Well, while this has YET to happen to me, let’s just say that I would be the one to get my idea stolen and probably wouldn’t say anything for fear of conflict.  That’s not good, is it? 😦 Nope…it isn’t.

The one exception to the rule is probably within my family.  I am more likely to speak up with family that I have been around my whole life.  Maybe because I am just so used to them.  In fact, I used to have a problem with speaking up too much in my family.  Now, I think I have a good healthy medium.  I try to speak up when it matters the most, but try not to exacerbate matters.  I try to walk away, if need be, rather than causing TOO much conflict or just agree to disagree with people.  But within my family, it’s more about just making sure nothing gets said that is so bad you can never take it back, you know?  Making sure you speak up, but tactfully, if at all possible.

This need to avoid conflict really DOES go along with caring too much about what people think of me.  I TRY so hard to not care, but by shying away from speaking up so many times,  I am obviously giving off a persona of a quiet girl who hides off in the corner, tries to be independent more than she actually is, and shies away from doing or saying anything that might cause someone to think I have a mind of my own, right?  This is not who I am….but I obviously care TOO much that someone might think I am rude or a trouble maker or even stupid….All these thoughts run in my head when I think about speaking up.

I would like to change this.  I would LOVE to be more assertive.  I would LOVE to change my viewpoints where when I AM assertive, I don’t feel like I am bothering people or have to apologize for it.  Does anyone else struggle with this same problem? Or better yet, has anyone overcome this and have some tips for me? I really think this is an issue I need to put work into overcoming for the betterment of myself.



{June 15, 2013}   I remember this feeling….

Back in 2011, when I did my first Post-a-day challenge, I got this feeling very often. This feeling of not only NOT knowing what to blog about on certain days, but just not really wanting to blog sometimes. Then I would procrastinate until the last minute and get something posted whether it was interesting or not.

Tonight, I find this feeling upon me once again. It’s something I have been unfamiliar with in a long time. Not knowing what to write is still a familiar thing at times, but even when I don’t know what to write, I still feel a strong urge to figure it out because I love to blog so much. Tonight, blogging is pretty much the last thing I want to do…..so here I find myself blogging about not wanting to.

What are the reasons why I’m feeling this way? Well, I’m not sure. There are many reasons why I might. For one, I am now 3 weeks through with my Medical Transcription Training and while I am still enjoying it, the daily toll of being a computer so MUCH is getting to me a bit. I even posted about this not too long ago. How sometimes you just want a break from the computer. I have plenty of writer friends who can understand that!

Secondly, there’s a free weekend of some of the movie channels so I have a bunch of movies on my DVR calling to me and honestly, I would much rather be doing that. Another reason could be the cause behind the poem I wrote last week. Depression…..that evil curse that sneaks up on me when I least expect it and makes me not find comfort in everything I once used to love. But if that’s the reason, it’s going to have to take a backseat because I am simply tired of it wrecking my life. I just got to push through it and keep going. I KNOW how hard that is to do, but I also know I am stronger than I give myself credit for. We all are. All of us out there fighting depression and/or any other silent disease.

I had to fight against skipping a post tonight for the first time in a LONG time and it wasn’t an easy task. This post might not be the most interesting or entertaining I have ever wrote. It’s not always the best posts that are the hardest to write. Sometimes it’s the posts like these that you have to push yourself to write, but I feel a great sense of accomplishment nonetheless.



{April 4, 2013}   Blogging as Therapy

I’ve taken physical therapy twice in my life. Once for a torn ligament and another after surgery and 3 months rest after breaking my fibula and detaching my deltoid ligament. The first time came from falling down almost a full staircase when no one else was home, the second from falling down about two or three steps out of a trailer and onto the ground. Both happened on the right foot/leg. Those weren’t the only times I fell down stairs, by the way. I fell down the stairs at my old house tons of times and I fell up them a couple, but only once did it end up in something more than bruises and hurt pride. After that second fall, I had to have surgery or a mere trip over something would have caused the break to come back. I still remember after my surgery, laying in the hospital bed, and feeling intense pain all through my foot. It felt like my skin was being stretched, torn, ripped apart and sewn back together inside the cast. Next to me was a Morphine drip with a button I could push for relief. It would only work once every 15 minutes, but it seemed like forever as I was stabbing that button every few seconds. You would think sleep would help, but even when the nurses weren’t in and out and I finally drifting off, I would still awake and jump out on the bed scared to death. Every time I fell asleep, I dreamed of stairs. I dreamed of walking down stairs and falling and as I fell, I would jump awake. My mom was there and she would ask me what was wrong and I told her that I was having nightmares of falling down stairs over and over and then I would awake to the intense shooting pain of it all….over and over again. The nightmares eventually went away but my fear of falling down stairs, ANY stairs, never did.

They gave me physical therapy but there was never any mental or emotional therapy for the trauma. Every time I get scared when I see a bunch of steps with no railings, people look at me like I’m crazy because I will just avoid them or ask for someone’s hand to help. It’s like a mental block when I stand before the steps and realize there’s nothing to hold on to. All of a sudden, my whole body just completely freezes and I start to step, but then back away. My mind says I can’t do it; it tells me I am no longer able to. If steps HAVE a railing, I can walk up them and barely hold on or just keep my hand right above so people don’t GET why I can’t just do it without. Well, it’s just having a railing there…it’s like a reassurance that there’s something there if I NEED it. I can physically walk up or down them if I COULD get my mind to obey but I have to have faith that I lost. What if I start to fall again? Will I be able to catch myself or stop myself? Without something or someone there to help, I risk reliving the pain all over again. I have a fear of falling down stairs. To others, it’s as silly as a fear of clowns, but to those who have THAT fear, it’s for real and no joke.

I started out this post to just tell about how blogging for me as a therapeutic release. Sometimes I just post things that aren’t that hard to talk about, but sometimes I delve in deep and discuss things that are hard for me. My depression, the sexual abuse I went through for three years as a kid, my struggle with my weight, the bullying I went through in school,my fear of falling down stairs, etc. These are all HARD things for me to talk about and honestly, I can’t afford to go talk them all through with a professional. Over time, these things either keep getting held inside where they pull me back into a depressed life of sleeping and eating and never living the house again OR I talk about them and they get a little easier each day. A lot of these topics are very hard for me to talk about out loud. Especially the sexual abuse…when I talk about it, I want to cry. But when I blog about them, it feels cathartic. It feels like I am releasing all the inner demons and throwing them out of my mind and into the universe. Little by little, my blogging becomes a means of therapy for me. Very cheap therapy that I won’t spend the rest of my life paying off!

I know I’m not the only one that blogs as a form of therapy. It’s obvious that I’m not the first to realize how good it is for you to write out your feelings and struggles; People have been doing it forever in diaries, right? The only difference in blogging versus writing is that there’s a wider audience. I think the audience thing has made it take longer for me to expose SOME of my struggles through blogging instead of just writing, but I feel like by talking about and speaking out on the HARD stuff, maybe, just maybe I will be able to reach the hearts of someone else who has been through what I have been through. Maybe by hearing my stories, they will find a kindred spirit in me. Maybe they will start speaking out, too and stop being afraid. Maybe they will realize they’re not alone. If I can help ONE person in this world that has gone or IS going through what I HAVE, I think that would be the best therapy of all. It would be the ultimate reward for spilling my heart out on typed page. 🙂



{March 7, 2013}   Abuse and Spontaneity

(This is a spontaneous poem from MY heart and is 100% true feelings for me)

A Poem for my Abuser

My life was supposed to be different

I should have been a normal girl

I never should have gone through

What you put me through

I shouldn’t have been put into this situation

I shouldn’t still have nightmares of what happened

To me.

I hate you so much for how you made me feel

Over years and years of time

You left me feeling confused, abused and ashamed

Everywhere I went, I had the past in my head

Keeping me afraid and scared to act like everyone else

My mental growth was stunted because of you

I had a hard time trusting anyone

Thinking they would ALL do what you did

You lied to me, used me and made me feel dirty

You made me afraid to be ME

You made ME feel guilty when it was all YOUR fault!

All you cared about was what you wanted

All you wanted was to take from me

What was so precious and special

So you took it, without any visible regrets

Not caring how my life would be screwed up

And messed up from then on

How could you not care what I wanted?

Did you care what I needed…at all?

Did it matter to you that I walked around inside myself

Scared to death of everyone

Because of YOU?

Do you even care now?

Do you dream of what you did and regret?

Do you care that I still wake up

From nightmares of when I was a little girl?

Do you care that every time a man bosses me around

I think of you and break down in pain and anguish?

Do you care that the hurt you cause

Will forever be a burden on my soul?

They say it’s best to forgive

In this case, you will never deserve it.

I will NEVER forgive

I will NEVER forget

When you die and pay for what you did

It will still never be enough

Nothing is going to take away

The memory of what you did.

It took over two decades to break my silence

But I refuse to EVER let you control me from afar.

It may be too late to make you pay on earth

But I have faith that you WILL.

You may have stole my innocence

But you will no longer steal my soul.

YOU are the evil one

YOU are the one who should be ashamed

I will forever be the innocent one

I know that now

Evil may have used me

But I am NOT evil

I am a strong woman

Who has overcome

I am good and brave

And I no longer

Give you the right

To make me sad

To make me feel guilty

To make me feel dirty

And ashamed

You have no more

Power

Over me any more!



{February 5, 2013}   Good Fortunes

Yesterday, I ate Lunch at a Chinese Restaurant and at the end of the meal, I was given a Fortune Cookie, which has become pretty traditional, although NOT Chinese in origin. I never eat the cookies due to never acquiring a taste for them, but I always enjoy reading the fortune inside. When I read the fortune, I felt like it was a perfect one for me! My fortune said: “Don’t be pushed by your problems. Be led by your dreams.”

I believe this to be a perfect fortune for me as well as a great saying, too. So many times in my life, because of depression, I have focused only on the negatives and all the problems in my life and let them control me and be the focus in how I live. Even people without depression can sometimes focus TOO much on what’s wrong and forget to remember the important things. A lot of times my issues push me in the direction of taking a backseat on things or NOT getting out there and striving for what I want most. I talk myself out of going for what I really want because I constantly think of what I CAN’T do and all the problems that might arise along the way. Because of this, my problems literally PUSH me away from my dreams instead of towards them. I have to learn to follow the path I need to take to do what I love and really desire even if it scares me.

So, today, I dropped off resumes at 13 different doctor’s office in the hopes of acquiring a job answering phones and/or doing basic clerical skills with the future hope of becoming a full fledged secretary or receptionist. It’s not blogging for a living, but it is a job that I feel drawn to and I have a strong desire for. I truly enjoy doing clerical work and it makes me happy. In the back of my head, I worry that I won’t be good enough or I’m not as qualified as I believe I am, but I push away that doubt and KNOW that it’s something I want to do and I know that I’m a determined individual who CAN and WILL work hard and to the best of my ability. Writing and blogging are still what I love even more so I will continue to go after those dreams as well. Why not go after ALL the dreams you have for yourself?

I will be keeping this fortune close so I will always be able to give myself the reminder to not be pushed by my problems, but to be led by my dreams! I love how sometimes the boost you need the most can come not from eating a cookie, but a message inside a cookie. 🙂



{September 17, 2012}   Another week gone and holding…..

Not exactly sure on my weight today honestly due to totally forgetting the day, eating my breakfast and THEN weighing, but I am pretty sure it’s probably the same as last week. 😦

Yea, it’s kind of a bummer but I spent most of my weekend helping out a friend with a garage sale to raise some much needed money to help save her house and I KNOW I got more exercise than I have had in the past few weeks. Due to this constant dizziness, I have cut back on my Zumba and Just Dance workouts. My doctor told me not to do a lot right now, anyways, so it’s safe to say my body is exhausted from the exercise it DID get this weekend. And when I say exercise, I mean what MY own body considers that, but I’m sure a lot of people might not have a problem doing, ya know? I did move boxes and run around a good bit for ME though so it’s possible I gained some muscle, who knows?

I’m proud of myself for sticking with my diet, though. I was offered Kolaches, Hot dogs, Chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies, pound cake, AND soda this weekend and I turned it all down. Granted that none of these, except for maybe the kolaches and chocolate chip cookies were that HARD to turn down, but hey, I did and it would have been easy to just say, “A little bit won’t hurt.” And in fact, a little bit might NOT have, but I remember in the past when I told myself this and I gave in. Once I gave in once, it was easier to give in again and again. So I think it’s just better to say no.

So it’s a rainy day today, it’s making me feel tired, my back is killing me when I bend down, I have a sunburned neck and possible hives or sun rash on my arm like I did around this time last year. But I’m just telling you this…not saying it to complain. This past Thursday, Friday and Saturday were amazing. Wasn’t all easy but so worth it. I met some great people, laughed a lot, held back tears a lot and saw more giving and caring people than I have probably seen in my whole life. It truly renews my hope for humankind and the future and I feel so blessed to have got to be there to see it all. My friend will be able to keep her home and I got a blessing myself in seeing people come together and give of themselves to help someone else.

Because of this, I am calm and absolutely happy with the week even IF I saw no loss in weight. I got enough gifts this week without needing the weight loss. 🙂



Thanks to my Step-Mom in law for sharing this with me!

I was sent this yesterday on my Facebook and I have to say that THIS has to be some of the best advice I have ever received. Just knowing from someone who has already made a success in doing creative work that what you feel and go through IS completely normal and has been gone through before…it’s so refreshing. It feels like I am indeed going the right direction. An affirmation!

When I was a little kid, if someone had asked me if at the age of 28, I would trying to not only better my writing but become a paid writer in the future, I’m not sure I would have believed them. Actually, I may have, but I would have probably said it would be a SONG writer. Because as a little girl, I had a fire in my heart for music and singing. I dreamed of becoming a singer and writing my own songs. All through my life, there were hints of writing becoming more than that, though.

All my teachers praised me for becoming good at writing. Several teachers even pointed me towards writing as a career in my future. My response? “I know I can write OK and it can be fun, but I don’t want to be a writer, I want to be a singer.”  I had a writing talent, perhaps, but not quite the desire. At least that’s what I told myself and others….while at the same time, making up stories in which to entertain my nieces. I made up songs, too. I started a couple of books as a kid from little ideas I had but after a few chapters in, I simply got busy with other things and quit. I wrote poems quite a bit and showed them to my parents, who lovingly doted on them as being great and all that stuff that parents do. There was always a writing side to me, but it was almost like I hid it behind my desire to sing.

At 17, when I began college, I had every intention of doing a double major in Music AND English. As much as I loved Music, I also adored English. I always loved to spell and was a stickler for grammar. I knew I didn’t want to be a teacher…the thought frankly scared me. Singing in front of people was one thing, but speaking…uhhuh! No way, Jose, Jack AND Jill! :p NOT happening! BUT I quickly dropped English as a choice of major. Why? I used the excuse that while I love it and I did enjoy writing IF the subject was something I loved, I HATED with a passion the thought of writing long papers on topics that were boring and dull to me. All through school, teachers just loved to pick those kinds of topics, so why would college be any different? I wanted to sing so who needs the English major, huh?

Of course, for those who read my blog on a regular basis, you already know, I switched again later on and ended up Majoring in Theatre with a Minor in Music anyways. Neither choice got me out of writing things I didn’t really WANT to, but I did get to write some things I did love and once again, teachers told me I had a gift for writing. I honestly just nodded my head, said thanks and went on. So I can be good at writing? So what? I don’t have the motivation to do so….Excuses, one after the other.

But I still wrote a little, here and there, especially when I discovered blogs. The problem was always doing it for a bit and then stopping. Then I made an older friend who read some writings of mine and tried to talk me into writing a book with her. She kept encouraging me and trying to motivate me. I found my inner thoughts at conflict with what words instinctively came from me. On the outside, I would spew excuse after excuse, when inside, I really wanted to do it. I really wanted to have the urge to write more.

When the “Post a Day” Challenge came along, I took a flying leap into the unknown. Instead of someone else being the catalyst to DO something, I challenged myself. I took the step and jumped in. I had no idea where I would be months later in the journey, but I wasn’t going to make up excuses for once. I started out very unsure of myself and I have gained so MUCH confidence. I still have days where I compare other’s writing to mine and feel inadequate, like I am not quite at my best. Those are the days where I start to second guess myself and wonder if maybe writing isn’t the path for me. I criticize myself harsher than anyone else. And then there are days where things just click into place and I feel proud of myself. I feel like I AM actually getting better, step by step, and can see myself really doing this.

Those words by Ira Glass are so relatable to me. “And a lot of them never get past this phase; they quit.” Wow….so true. I have quit so many times in the past because of disappointment. “The most important thing you can do is A LOT OF WORK.” <—This truly explains to me why blogging every day is making a difference on how I feel about my writing skills. Having something like this where I have to at times force myself to write that day is getting me in the habit of WORKING on myself AND my writing. I am putting in so much writing hours versus a year ago when I wrote enough to maybe fill a week or two of posts. Blogging has given me a great outlet to work on my writing while getting feedback from others, making others feel(whether it’s happy, sad, angry or disgusted…at least something) and the added bonus of meeting awesome people that I otherwise may have never known.

I’m on a deadline each day like Glass’s words suggest. “It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions.” Well, I have definitely gone through a quite of volume so far, this is my 288th post on here! Do I feel like my work is as good as my ambitions? No, not hardly. I still feel like I have so much further to go. But I wonder if even published authors feel that they are at their best? Or do they think there’s still much more inside them just waiting to be let out? Maybe it’s a good thing to never feel like you’re at your peak and have no further to go. They do say that once you’re at the top, the only way to go is down. Maybe we should always strive to be better than our best, to reach the stars.

“It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You just gotta fight your way through.”   Thanks so much to my step Mother-in-law for sending me these words. They are exactly what I needed to hear and possibly what others may, too. It’s reassuring to know that my feelings are normal. I just got to fight my way through!



So here goes another day in my blog and I sit here, completely oblivious as to what to write in my blog. You would think after so many days of doing it, I would have thousands of ideas ready to pour out of my fingertips and onto the…typed page? Nope…..I have kept a notebook beside me and half the time, I am still no better prepped for my daily posts than I was before I started all this.

The other day on The Daily Post, they were asking, “What’s your muse?” and I skipped over that prompt because I don’t know that I have one. I mean, I do have inspirations in life but aren’t they speaking of something that helps you to write? To pour out your heart and soul? Well…I’m not sure I have THAT sort of muse.

Most of the time I log in, read my subscriptions and click on “Add new post” and then stare at the blank page, thinking…..”What do I do now?” Especially this last week. My last few LONG posts were done by basically just typing the first thing that spilled out of me. As I looked back and read over some of the posts I did just out of nowhere, with no real preparedness, I am kind of shocked and surprised. They actually seem to be decent considering I just typed and didn’t even stop to think how well they were turning out.

But then again, the best poems I did when I was younger weren’t the ones I spent a lot of time working on but the ones that just flowed out of me from start to finish until completion. So maybe the trick to writing for me is not over analyzing it and just to WRITE.

It’s a scary feeling sitting at my computer and not having a clue as to what I will write that day. There’s also this great feeling of exhilaration whenever it’s completed though. This great sense of pride that I have it in me to come up with something out of what felt like nothing.

I still want to carry my notebook with me and keep account of ideas but in the meantime, I think I will also embrace the anti-preparedness that is part of myself. Sort of turning a negative into a positive, right?



{March 18, 2011}   They were all lessons learned

There was a time in my life where I thought I would get to an age where there were fewer lessons to learn. With age comes wisdom, right? So I used to think that the older I got, the less there was to learn. Yet the older I have gotten, the more lessons I have learned. Some were really hard to learn, others simple but there’s been an increasing number of lessons rather than decreasing. Gazing off into my future, I don’t ever see this changing either. I expect to be surprised constantly by the amount of things I don’t understand that I will some day grasp the meaning of.

What’s the biggest lesson you learned so far this year? | The Daily Post at WordPress.com.

It’s halfway through the 3rd month of 2011 now. When I read this question at first, I thought to myself, “What HAVE I learned this year?” and at first, it seemed like I have learned nothing. Maybe the biggest lesson I am learning right now is that I actually have learned things this year.

Take a room you see everyday and change one small thing in it. Just one small, unimportant, and seemingly unnoticeable detail. Then watch and see whoever you share your space with as they go through the room. How long does it take them to notice this change? Do they ever?

Sometimes that’s how lessons are for me. I learn one but it’s like someone took a room of my house and placed a paper on the table that wasn’t there before or moved a book to a different spot. I’ll go through days of my life without noticing the change but just because something goes unnoticed doesn’t mean it’s not there. The same goes for lessons. Just because I don’t recognize a lesson I have learned doesn’t mean that there are little changes here and there in my daily life that are from that lesson. I just don’t always pay attention.

Funny that…..I’ve always thought I was good at paying attention to detail. But maybe that’s only when I choose to recognize it.

What’s MY biggest lesson I have learned this year? Well, I would have to say that I have more determination and will inside me than I give myself credit for. I challenged myself to fight my procrastination on January 11, 2011. 1/11/11. I told myself I was going to write EVERYDAY and I also told myself there was no telling myself that I could make excuses. That the voice in the back of my head that likes to linger there and say “You can’t do it, give up”! will cease to exist when it comes to THIS. I asked others Do you think I will be able to? but to myself, I never asked myself if I would be able to. Because there was no question. I was going to do it, Mrs. Procrastinator was going to sit down, shut up, and get out of my way and I refuse to spend even a minute on doubting myself!

And 2 months later, I have NOT missed a day. Am I shocked? Nope. Cause I never once told myself that there was even a possibility that I wouldn’t still be going through with my challenge at this point. There’s no doubt in my mind that I will make it a year either. If the doubt starts to come, I shoo it away like a fly.

So where was this motivation years ago when I wanted it to be there? I have no idea! I suppose it would have been nice to have it there but why spend time regretting that it wasn’t there? I’m embracing the fact that I am overcoming procrastination in this one small part of my life. Do I still procrastinate on other things? Oh yes! Procrastination is a devil with a pitch fork and I am poking it away an inch at a time….Baby steps! Baby steps!

So going forth into my future…..The blog will continue EVERY DAY and I will poke at this devil little by little and keep working on overcoming it. As for other issues in my life…..Well….There’s other lessons to be learned…..

(When I saw this Daily Prompt, I thought of this song by Carrie Underwood…wonderful lyrics!)

Lessons Learned

There’s some things that I regret,
Some words I wish had gone unsaid,
Some starts,
That had some better endings,
Been some bad times I’ve been through,
Damage I cannot undo.
Some things,
I wish I could do all all over again,
But it don’t really matter,
When life gets that much harder,
It makes you that much stronger,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.

And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
And everyday I wondered how I’d get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I’m thankful, for every break in my heart,
I’m grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.

There’s mistakes that I have made,
Some chances I just threw away,
Some roads,
I never should have taken,
Been some signs I didn’t see,
Hearts that I hurt needlessly,
Some wounds,
That I wish I could have one more chance to mend,
But it don’t make no difference,
The past can’t be rewritten,
You get the life you’re given,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.

And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
And everyday I wondered how I’d get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I’m thankful, for every break in my heart,
I’m grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.

And all the things that break you,
Are the things that make you strong!
You can’t change the past,
Cause it’s gone.
And you just gotta move on,
Because it’s all
Lessons learned.

And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
From everyday I wondered how I’d get through the night,
From every change, life has thrown me.
I’m thankful, for every break in my heart,
I’m grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned,
Lessons learned.
Lessons learned.



et cetera
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