I confess.  Guilty as charged.  I didn’t practice what I preached.  I failed.  Just as the horoscope says, this Leo didn’t let it show, tried to hide it, but couldn’t anymore and let the stress of it all, get me down…way down…down for the count…gotta get to bed and rest for a minute kinda’ down.  And ‘ya know what?  That’s okay too. 

I came out of it, better.  I came out of it rested.  Ready to start again.  Ready to ask for help.  Knowing I can’t do it all.  Knowing I have to take care of me, first.  Remembering to pray, first.  Reminding myself to eat and work in balance and moderation.  Stay away from the stressors.  And don’t take on the world and all its weights and worries.  It’s not for me to worry about. 

My name is not God.  I can’t do what I believe He can.  It’s okay to let go.  This may sound more like a page in a journal, but who has the time to do both?  If you do, my hat’s off to ‘ya!  For today, my hat’s in the closet, taking a rest, too.  I’m content with today, having done a moderate work-out, having balanced meals,  working a normal shift, fewer meetings before tomorrow’s schedule of 5:30am to 11pm. 

For today, guilty as charged.  Sentenced to live in the moment.  No probation necessary. 

I believe I got it, this time.  And no worry about tomorrow, knowing it will take care of itself, for it is not promised.  It is after all, the anniversary of September 11th, 2001.  May God continue to be with each of us.