Just dance.

That's it.

I'm who I am. And it's time to work with what I have, and run with it. Wallowing is not me, and that's the first thing to stop. As cliche as it is, life is too short....It's a cliche for a reason.

I can hold onto the memory and let go of the pain. They were good memories, and I regret nothing. I'm still here, and I can still have fun. I'm still Dean, and I'm still fucking awesome. Enough is enough, I've done enough crying, but if there's more to be done I'll do it, but I'm not going to wait for it to come. The tears can come get me when they're ready. It's okay, I can take them on. I've shed enough of them in my life to know that they don't get the better of me.

It's time to set myself up. Find my feet that dance so well, and just dance away all the bad times I'm going through. My lip might hurt, and my tongue might sting, but screw it, who cares? Feeling down about my pain is wasteful, because it allows for less time that is filled with fun and goodtimes. They do come. You'll see. I'll see.

Work will be a joy. I'll take on everyone with a smile, and charm my way through each serve. My staff will be motivated and my store will rock this town. It's a new time. My revolution does start now. Remember the last few blogs, because for now, you're not going to see that style again anytime soon.

It's my night.


OnAirwithBlackPunk : Mary J. Blige - Be Without You