Good evening!
Root beer is de-li-cious! and i made the world's ugliest gluten-free german chocolate cake at work. i think i was blushing as i carried the little horror out to the case "i didn't make this! don't look! it wasn't me!"...but oh, it was. thankfully, it was pretty darn tasty. actually, that's my second hideous cake in a row. yoikes.
eh, i don't know how this poem relates to me, because it has something to do with being content with where you are, and in finding rest in something (God??) other than whatever dissatisfaction may be driving you. or something. but i'm certainly not wanting to say, "don't strive for anything or pursue dreams". sorry, i'm distracted and not writing clearly. it seems to be kind of about aging and settling down, but i'm not settled yet :) so maybe it's not about me. here's the poem, anyway:
Once, when I'd more knowledge than
A shelf of brittle tomes,
My mind began to wander and
My heart began to roam,
Dissatisfied with "as it were"
And wanting to be "free"
I dreamed of dreams that took me
Where I wasn't meant to be.
Asleep among the hurricane,
Anticipating storm,
Mad-dancing when the daughter of
An avalanche is born--
A glare at danger, or a faint
Defiance of the sure,
I wanted to do everything
For which there is no cure.
But as I ran and dove and swore,
A peace replaced the ache--
At first I thought this signaled loss
And thought my heart would break.
But restless giving way to rest,
A void becoming full,
And beauty besting danger?
I'm contented. I am whole.
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