Iam, right now, everything I am. Despite ambivalence and happenstance, I remain, as I can. Here. I dream and scheme, I wholeheartedly try, there is still much confusion, and clouds become stuck in my eye. But me, being me, I accept it that way. It’s all I can do, especially today. Wake up. To question any changes, I would have to look ahead; it’s pointless to ponder too much life spent in bed. Or a shortage of cash, and not enough time, or not enough hope; regret is a crime. I cannot justify the greed in only wanting more, if I can’t be content with what happened before. It doesn’t mean I simply stop all attempts to improve my lot, but it means appreciating the steps before the stop. It means being me, the right me, the best me I can possibly be. Now, I might get sidetracked, somewhere along the way, but I am who I am, on any given day. j.g.l.