Sometimes my ship is big
And sometimes it's small.
Sometimes I feel big
And sometimes I feel small.
But no matter what:
It's my ship.
And whether it's small
or tall.
I AM THE CAPTAIN
.... and I make the call.
The winds behind the sails on my ship of life has shifted. It's funny how relationships have a tendancy to do that. What once was is no longer, so now I'm free to go where I want. It really should be that way regardless, but what the heck. The winds are blowing my ship south to Argentina. This is a summer of preparation.
No llores por mi Argentina