In my own little corner, in my own little chair...
You know that song from Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella?
When Brandy sings, "In my own little corner, in my own little chair, I can be whoever I want to be"?
Well, that happens to be one of my ALL TIME favorite songs even to this day because to me it shows the message that you don't need anyone else around you to have a good time or to feel good about yourself
I was always belting out "I'm glad to be back in my own little corner... all alone, in my own, little chair..."
Because in that little corner in the little chair, nobody else mattered, and nobody else could bother you.
But one day I came to a VERY disturbing reality.
Eventually, you have to come out of the corner, and the longer you stay in it, the harder it is to adjust to the rest of the world.
And the easier it is to retreat back to the corner, hiding.
I'm sitting at work, music on blast, with the door closed and a sign on the front door telling people that if they don't have their keys they need to call someone to let them in the building. In other words, I'm yet again in my corner.
The thing is, it's safe in here. Nobody disturbs me, and I can just get into my own head without interruption. There have been a few times recently, however, when I thought that I should venture out and try something new, and always find a reason to veto that decision. I'm just wondering what it's gonna take to kick that chair out from under me and sprawl me out flat in the middle of the room for the world to see...
When Brandy sings, "In my own little corner, in my own little chair, I can be whoever I want to be"?
Well, that happens to be one of my ALL TIME favorite songs even to this day because to me it shows the message that you don't need anyone else around you to have a good time or to feel good about yourself
I was always belting out "I'm glad to be back in my own little corner... all alone, in my own, little chair..."
Because in that little corner in the little chair, nobody else mattered, and nobody else could bother you.
But one day I came to a VERY disturbing reality.
Eventually, you have to come out of the corner, and the longer you stay in it, the harder it is to adjust to the rest of the world.
And the easier it is to retreat back to the corner, hiding.
I'm sitting at work, music on blast, with the door closed and a sign on the front door telling people that if they don't have their keys they need to call someone to let them in the building. In other words, I'm yet again in my corner.
The thing is, it's safe in here. Nobody disturbs me, and I can just get into my own head without interruption. There have been a few times recently, however, when I thought that I should venture out and try something new, and always find a reason to veto that decision. I'm just wondering what it's gonna take to kick that chair out from under me and sprawl me out flat in the middle of the room for the world to see...
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