Today, just grateful to be OK, and to be working. The fact I’m still OK is amazing grace. There are plenty of days when I feel futile. There are plenty of days when I feel stupid. There are plenty of days I feel forgotten, and then smudged out. There are plenty of days I feel erased. But the pull-tide of God, and the power of the inner words provide personal power. They really do. In the end, it is the messages, and the stories, and the words that compel me. They simply never relent. They are irrefutable in their very appearance, and then in the magnitude of their continuous reappearances. The words, and the stories and the ideas, they are the adhesion principle. They are the inner rocket-fuel. They are the larger storyboards of my days.
Without them, I would have crumbled long-ago. Find inner rocket-fuel.