Sometimes you can work it out, sometimes you can't

Sometimes you're forced to watch everything fall apart

It's outta your hands

Sometimes leaving is easy, sometimes it ain't

Sometimes it hurts to know that loving you had

Is slowly fading away

You can say whatever you like as long as we just say goodbye

Chorus:

Blame it on me, say it's my fault

Say that I left you outside in the cold with a broken heart

I really don't care, I ain't crying no more

Say I'm a liar, a cheater, say anything that you want as long as it's over

I ain't a quitter, I just ain't the type

I tried to see you through

I tired to make it to the finishing line

You thought it was meant to be, I admit so did I

I am very interested in hearing your story if you have ever experienced a scenario that I call, “walking-up-out-of-it.” This notion is used in my first book, “His Ingredient Label: A Woman’s Guide to Recognizing a Junk Food Man." In chapter 11, titled, “When it’s time to let go,” I define this scenario:

“… with this option you will have to make a decision to walk away from your unhealthy relationship, like giving up smoking or fattening desserts. This will be a decision that will crush you in the beginning. I call this “the-walking-up-out-of-it” phase.

What does it feel like to be soulfully committed to someone? What does it really feel like to have something good, I mean really good? I am of the opinion that commitment is being able to know...

I think so many individuals are on the chase for something that feels real, or genuine, or existent. Do you ever feel like you want to pull off the layers of corporate America, social-pleasing, familial obedience and run right into a cloud of your real self? What is out there that makes you feel real; feel alive? Is it art, poetry, love, singing, speaking, or being outdoors or is it something else?