The Worst Part Is Over

This song holds so much sentiment and is tied to a once special person in my life. Definitely, when it was sent to me, I do have to admit that I melted in my seat because the song is self-explanatory - girl/guy is going through a tough time, and their person shows up to help them through it all. As much as it was self-explanatory back then, especially coming from the guy who I thought could do no wrong, it has come to take on a different meaning for me over the past few weeks. I used to think that with him, everything would be okay and no matter what happened. I would have him to lean onto and nothing could go wrong. But then he wasn't there and I had to lean on myself, I discovered over time that I was much stronger than I gave myself credit for. And more importantly, I would be able to get through this on my own.

"The Worst Part Is Over"  by Claude Kelly conveys the way I have come to feel about myself and how I can get through the tough times without leaning on a man. Granted my family is there and they are always my crutch in all things life-oriented, I have come to realize that I don't need him or any other man to lean on to get me through anything (while most people think they need someone to complete them). I am just as strong as I was before I met him (although I don't really remember a time when I didn't know him, but I will pretend that this is the time as we no longer are friends - just mere acquaintances, but even that is a far stretch) - and I will be just as strong, if not stronger after him.

In a way I have started to feel that the worst part is over as my life is just beginning. I am coming full circle with myself and I can't stop it. I love how I am feeling and this song helps me through each day because of its uplifting message.

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