Sometimes we just wanna quit.
Somewhere deep inside there’s something that stops us.
Somehow, someway we find the power to see it through to the next day.
What if one day that something that drives the somehow and someway is at lunch when it is needed?
I need a good recharging of my pozitoodinal energy banks. I feel like a Maple tree at syrup time. Someone done stuck a spigot in me and they’re draining out all my pozitoodinal sap.
Sometimes I feel like a nut, sometimes I don’t. Almond joy has nuts, Mounds don’t.