It’s My Turn, to see what I can see.

The other day I noticed that I kept humming the old Diana Ross song “It’s My Turn.” It was just stuck in my head!

Whenever, I have a song randomly pop into my head I always ( I mean ALWAYS) pause and wonder why I am absentmindedly humming that tune. I view it as a message from my subconscious. So I look up the lyrics.

Fun fact about me, I am terrible at remembering lyrics! ๐Ÿ˜‚ I think that’s why I enjoy writing songs. I sing the few lyrics I know and then I just start making up the rest! It drives my daughter crazy!

Here’s a little bit of the lyrics from Diana’s famous song.
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“It’s my turn
To see what I can see
I hope you’ll understand
This time’s just for me
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Because it’s my turn
With no apologies
I’ve given up the truth
To those I’ve tried to please
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It’s my turn
With no more room for lies
For years I’d seen my life
Through someone else’s eyes
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And now it’s my turn
To try and find my way
And if I should get lost
At least I’ll own today
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It’s My Turn.”
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This isn’t about being selfish or even self-focused in a negative way.
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For me, this is about “gently doing what is right for me.” Gently. BUT, doing it.
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Because when I don’t, I suffer. And I’m not in to suffering anymore. How about you?

We can do this. Together. It’s our turn.

~ Brenda

About Chalkboard Wisdom

A couple of years ago, I bought a little chalkboard. It’s 3 1/2 inches wide and 8 inches tall. I thought I was going to use it as a grocery list. But then I didn’t.

The chalkboard sat on my kitchen counter. Waiting. Patient. Knowing her true purpose. She wanted to tell me Truths. She wanted me to see, read and learn about life through her simple messages. She wanted to help me discover how to be happy.

Often, not everyday but several days a week, she whispers something in my ear that I know I am to write on the chalkboard. And I do. Always. Without Fail. I trust her and obediently write her words down with the flaky chalk pencil and I usually add a tiny 5-petal flower. ๐ŸŒธ

The words are written for me but I also know that I am to share them. I believe it would be selfish of me to keep them all to myself.

My Chalkboard and I hope you find wisdom in our words that you my carry on your journey. โค๏ธ

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