Facing the music.

I have not done any research on the origin of that phrase but it seems to imply that the music has been at my back up to this point.  In most cases I love music... and, though this is a difficult circumstance, I may even come to love it when it is in my face.

Where there is love there is danger.  I feel like this is one of the greatest points of learning I can take away from this most recent flirtation in affection.  I was not actually "in love", thankfully, or this would definitely be a somewhat crushing sort of moment in life.  Even so, the "like" form of love is still a moving experience for me.  This has obviously prompted a slightly more focused rendition of "Aaron Blogs Again."

Calling it danger seems to feel inadequate.  There are many different elements beyond the description of danger, such as responsibility, expectation, and pain just to name a few.  This is not negative, as the true nature of all things denotes the need for opposition, but it has a certain shock to it whenever it finds its way into my life.  I guess I can not be surprised considering how rare it is that I find its counterpart waxing before it.

I guess I need to appreciate it all somehow.  I have wrestled with these feelings before, to generally dismal effect, but if I am diligent, consistent I might be able to make a good turn of it this time.  Having a smaller dose this time will certainly benefit the cause I am sure.