Failing Is What We Do, Or Stumbling

I'm Very Musically Inclined. My Parents Were Opera Singers. As A Young Child, I Could Hear Operas And I Knew If They Were Sad, Or If They Reminded Me Of Something, Or They Brought Back A Memory.

Every Single Second Of Every Single Day... I Don't Know If I Feel Like A Bad Mom, But At The End Of The Day I'm Always Plagued With, 'did I Do Enough? Should I Go In A Different Direction?'

Go Find Your Joy. It's What You're Going To Remember In The End.

You Know, People Ask, "how Does The Chemistry Happen?" It's Like Being In A Bar When You're Drunk. You See The Person, And You Don't Know Why, It Just Works. And It's Like Everything Goes In Slow-motion.

Anything Sweet, Really Sweet, That I Have Was Nothing That I Planned.