Is it any wonder we're confused as hell? Had I been Goldilocks, I would likely have been so frustrated that I would have overturned the place, smeared porridge-flavored epithets on the wall, and stomped away in a general huff way before I got to "just right."
Just right. What is that? Even in the most satisfying moments, there's always a bear lurking about.
That's all I have to say, and I just want to be okay today....
And I am. There's nothing going on but some standard type grizzly bear cage wrestling in my head.
~Be OK, Ingrid Michaelson
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