It's Not About You

I'm a pretty resilient guy. It's not like I've had the worst life, but I haven't exactly been prancing through meadows either. It's hard sometimes -- especially when you're in the midst of the storm -- to make yourself available for others, but I know it's something that must happen and something which can help you find the freedom of healing. The last week and a half have been a classic example of that. I've been forced out of a place where I can digest my own happenings and have to make sure that others can do what needs to be done.

It would be nice to have some time for myself, but maybe this is where that's going to have to happen.

Almost

So close to a dream, I can almost touch it.
I've just got to reach out and grab it.
No slippery fingers this time.