At least this is a smash...

So this is for us. This is for us who sing, write, dance, act, study, run and love and this is for doing it even if no one will ever know because the beauty is in the act of doing it. Not what it can lead to. This is for the times I lose myself while writing, singing, playing and no one is around and they will never know but I will forever remember and that shines brighter than any praise or fame or glory I will ever have, and this is for you who write or play or read or sing by yourself with the light off and door closed when the world is asleep and the stars are aligned and maybe no one will ever hear it or read your words or know your thoughts but it doesn’t make it less glorious. It makes it ethereal. Mysterious. Infinite.

Time to simply listen and laugh...

I'll never meet the ground...

So here we are ... the final stretch. I can feel my body grasping for the strength to push through. What a year, for sure, and it's not nearly over yet. The countdown begins and as I sit back and ready myself for all of my choices to unfold, I cannot help but reminisce about the journey that led me here - the people I met along the way, those of you I lost ... all of it took a greater toll on me than I dare to admit, especially the losses. I know that life often forces us to say goodbye, and that each one of those goodbyes is meaningful and necessary for our growth, but I wonder still, if they could have somehow been avoided. If there was something more I could have said, could have done, could have forgiven.