Just keep me where the light is..

The sky was bright today... but I feel worn. Long hours of work this morning, a little rest, and then a lot of singing this afternoon.

There aren't enough hours in the day for all the things I want to do. Especially when I choose to do exciting things when perhaps I should rest, and choose to rest when perhaps I should clean. But I figure, it will even itself out in the end.

One day and then the next. Work, paychecks, coffee and chicken-noodle-soup. Friends, hugs, conversation and dreams.

Fighting to bring dreams into reality.

Clearing the mind even of the good fillers, in order to rest and shavasana.

Giving up what we cannot keep to gain what we cannot lose.

And then doing it again tomorrow.

"do not go gentle into that good night. rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Dylan Thomas