Odds and Ends
I spent all day cleaning my office…again. I do this every year, or more, because I hate clutter. Despite hating clutter, I seem to collect unconsciously things. Some things are worht keep ing though.
In one box I found an old journal, from my twenties, and the pages are all ripped out except for a bit about a trip to Vegas and a picture with 2 guys and 2 girls crammed into one of those little photo booths. They are all obviously laughing and having a great time, and yes, one of the girls is me. And no, I'm not sharing that story, sorry. What I do want to share though is the poem on the cover of the journal. It's the reason I keep the cover even though I've ripped out most of the pages, and it's something I like to be reminded of every now an then.
Only as high
as I reach
can I grow,
Only as far
as I seek
can I go,
Only as deep
as I look
can I see,
Only as much
as I dream
can I be.
