It’s 8 p.m. and I’m sitting at my table just marking off the 3rd of my 10 item to-do list. The water pump isn’t working so I’m currently quenching myself with LaCroix and waiting for it to feel late enough to hit the sack. And as I wait here, I wonder what drives me. And what am I willing to walk fire for. And what I’m willing to give up.

As time ticks by, bringing closer the arrival of a new year, I think back to my goals, how high I’d set them, and how much I’d hate myself for not finishing up.

But is it the goals

Or is

it

the Moments

Or is it

a

b a l a n c e d

mixture

of

Both

?