The Boy is Gone.

What will happen to a face in the crowd when it finally gets too crowded.
And what will happen to the origins of sound after all the sounds have sounded.

And what becomes of a day for those who rage against it.
And who will sum up the phrase for all left standing around in it.

Well I suppose we’ll all make our judgement calls
We’ll walk it alone, stand up tall, then march to the fall
So we better be happy now that we’ll all go home.
That we’ll all go home.

Be so happy with the way you are
Just be happy that you made it this far
Go on be happy now.
Please be happy now.

I am writing my first press release today, and I am updating our website content for our 2010 grant recipients. I should be excited that I am doing more work in the field that I love, excited that I am being given a chance to help with production management and give back by working with our non profits.

Should be, but I’m not.

Instead, I am stewing. On multiple things, the least of which is enough to cause me anxiety for days.

So, I’m listening to Jason Mraz on repeat this morning. Beautiful, calming, and it only reminds me of the good things…the simple things.

“Death is easy….life is harder.”

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