One Day More

Can’t decide what song ought to accompany me after the events of the day. Could go with One Day More, Nessun Dorma or be the crying clown.

Could go with something feistier or heavier.

Hell, might as well Shoot To Thrill and see if I can pull out a dose of the cocky and smarter than him routine.

It is too bad I can’t have the conversation that is coming now because I am not just fired up, I am sharp and ready to wade into the fray.

Can’t say I’ll be this solid when the time comes but I sure hope I am because it is important.
It is big, meaningful, significant and necessary.

“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”
― Stephen King

More to be said, but not here.