Stretching yourself thin and pushing your limits is a valuable test of stamina and will, but only if that stressful submergence is temporary. I began to let my exhaustion slip into insanity yesterday evening when I realized that I hadn't accomplished any of my goals for the past two weeks. My four day hiatus from writing, plus my inability to put together a couple of important pieces of text, forced me to reevaluate my current heading.
We've got to remember to live while we're young. Take the reigns and work smarter- not harder. I caught the amazing Wellington, NZ band Fat Freddy's Drop at the Independent on Friday night. This band is a ska/beach/reggae mix of 311, Pepper, and the Marleys. The perfect blend to take along as an airy summer soundtrack. The Dazzling horn section, deep dub inspired bass, pulsating keys, and smooth, aqueous vocals took me to another level. Bask in the glow till the day I die, never lose sight of the reasons we try.
This morning I awoke to a gentle shaking. My first sensory stimulating earthquake. From the ashes and rubble we all must start again. This cycle works on the grandest and smallest of scales. Blue skies soon cut through the fog and although I'm still exhausted, I know the road ahead is one of good fortune.
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