So, my sleeplessness seems to be over for the most part. I think the after trip blues have passed and I have returned to work and apparently to my life. I'm not the same person that I was three weeks ago and that's ok. The person I was three weeks could use some improvements and now I have that chance. It occured to me that the person that I want to be isn't actually that far from the person I am. I don't think anyone ever becomes exactly the person they want to be. If they did, there wouldn't be much living left to do. You just always try to stay as close as you can and always keep trying to get there. That's what the dash is. Everyone has heard that poem about how it's not the first day on your headstone nor the last, but the dash between them that matters. From here out I am going to try to make my dash a little more meaningful, not so that at that last moment of the dash, right before that last date I can look back and think about how meaningful it has been but because of another saying/poem that everyones has heard. "Life is our gift from God, what we do with it is our gift to Him."
Impressions of Fall
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