I get it down to my tippy toes. I understand it. But I would so rather be the kind of person who would let a crazy, crazy love set me aflame, like the moth that I am. Wrap my soul around it and burn, burn, burn.
Look in on yourself as an outsider. Standing outside your doorway watch yourself. Get perspective on your life and what you do, what are you doing? and most importantly as you stand there in the doorway think about this, who's watching you?