Logistics got me sweating

Here again.

Not catching my breath, overwhelmed with the logistics of this life.

Trying my best to flip and turn puzzle pieces into their sisters places.

Trying my best to sort out the insignificant because I can't get a hold of the of the

important.

But then I realize there are pieces on the floor I've been missing all along..

and under the rug...

and out the door.

There are pieces too far for me to reach, this is not my puzzle to solve.

In fact it's not a puzzle at all.

But a story that you've written and are now producing.

A story in which my leading role looks more like a reclined position than hunched over in strife.

A story in which I am less responsible for piece making and more responsible for peace making.

I'm sorry I've spent so much time believing you were soverign over my life, but not over my next week.