Sometimes you need to stop and just be...

I think too much sometimes. Overanalyzing they call it. I hate when other people are doing this, and am consequently rather ashamed of my own habit. Sometimes you just have to take a deep breath and let yourself just be. Things will work themselves out. Trust the people you love. “It’ll be grand” as the Irish person would say. Easier said then done though.

Graham sent me this today;

What does man love more than life,
Fear more than death or mortal strife,
What the poor have, the rich require,
And what contented men desire,
What misers spend, and spendthrifts save,
And all men carry to the grave?

The answer?
-Absolutely nothing.

Take care,

Elisabeth "Lilly"