where does the good go

i’m blogging from my phone, i really hope this works. I’m typing with my two thumbs and i’m on fire moblogging like a mofo on a Friday…almost Saturday…with 20% battery life.

I geek out like this yo. Love me for it.

Did I mention the amazing margaritas and tres leches cake in my tummy.

It’s been one heck of a Friday. With 3 hours worth of sleep under my belt and a busy weekend ahead, I’m glad to have a weekend until monday…nowatimtawkinabout?

From last night, to right now, I have felt exactly like this:

Isn’t it ironic how one second to the next something, small and tiny thing can cause a big change so significant for you in your perception of something. Knowing one piece of a huge puzzle can change your entire view on something/someone. You play things in your head. You lay down, look at the ceiling, hear the background noise fade into your own thoughts and you start analyzing. Putting pieces together. Wondering…”Why didn’t it hit me before?”

How much does our opinion matter? How much is what we feel worth? How much is what we feel worth to others? To that one person?

Was it worth the risk? Was it worth what you gained in return for taking that risk?

If you know me, you know for a fact I’m an analyzer. I analyze everything to the last “t.”

Maybe i need to change that.

Where does the good go?

Every day, every moment we calculate and assess, debate and decide. But when you get right down to it, the truth is that when it comes to risk the only thing that matters is that you take the ones that are right for you.