Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

This song makes so much more sense when you read it as it. It is a wonderful song but they say, only in the stillest and silent of times can you hear your own voice. Similarly, I felt the words closer to my heart when I read it.

I’m not going to lie, I feel a teeny bit jealous reading these words. Jealous that Frank Sinatra was able to do it his way. And even when there were times that he felt and doubted doing it his own way, he felt assured more than anything because of the fact that he did it his way. That in itself is something to be admired. Not everyone can look their future (or even past for that matter) and tell them straight up “hey, I don’t care what’s going to happen or what’s happened. I’m still going to be doing it my way.” Not highway, not my parents way, not the world’s way but my way. 

I think it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up tall and make your own choices and still continuously do them without losing yourself all in the name of being accepted.