The time to rest is when you are tired.
Yesterday, I awoke at 3:27 a.m.. There is nothing particularly unusual about the hour. Generally, I wake up early. I think the reason the time was stamped on my brain was because my first conscious thought was, "I need to write."
"All my bags are packed I'm ready to go..."
So goes a song by John Denver and so goes my life. I am a few ticks of the clock from hoping in my rental for the drive from Lancaster, PA to Philly to catch a plane to Florida.
Elmer Booze takes the stage for a concert piano recital, but he never receives the applause. He has music degrees from two universities, but you won’t find him tickling the ivory. Booze is a professional page-turner. He is known as “the ghost,” unobtrusive to the musician and invisible to the audience.
Sound crazy? Well . . . it's not going to be easy, but it is definitely doable. I realized this when I downloaded a new app for my phone. The Nike + Running App keeps track of my every step with GPS precision. Of course, I am not a runner, I am walker, but the App doesn't know that. It just thinks I'm slow -- and I'm okay with that. The bottom line is that records the distance every day I walk.
Waffle /ˈwɑf(ə)l/, 1. a flat cake that has deep square marks on both sides. 2. To pause or hold back in uncertainty or willingness. Some days waffles are served whether you want them or not. This is a lesson I learn from David.
