...but no lark is in the sky...
it's 4 am.
I don't want to go back to sleep lest I miss the early exercise class to which I'm hoping to re-accustom myself.
I have an all-day meeting today, or more specifically, a day filled with four different presentations. Yesterday was so busy and so full, with so many different things left unfinished, and I felt that I was going 90 miles an hour. Then today I have to come screeching to full-stop and sit and listen.
The last year has been such a growing year, personally and professionally. I feel like a pecan - do you know how they grow, in a big husk that starts off green but turns brown:
then the nuts fall onto the ground where you pick them up. And it's a smooth and beautiful nut shell:
but guess what, it's still a shell. There's more way to go to reach the promise in the middle:
