We watched a show in my dream last night. It was called Chuck Mangione's Pussy Jamboree. I wish I could say that was a joke but, it's kind of left this silky thin coating of baby oil all over my entire day.
There is never going to be enough time to create everything I dream about, do all the stuff I plan to, nor say all the stuff needed to say. There just won't be. One atom at a time, I am learning to let go of that.