The road is long and memory slides, to the whole of my undoing...

I had a very Zen moment today...

I was sitting outside a local movie theater and had just finished reading A Year in the Merde while waiting to go in to see The Lake House (Sandra Bullock junkie that I am), when I realized I had kind sped through the book, just to finish it. Which connected to the whole "life is a journey, not a destination" thinking...

Not sure if it'll really change anything, but, hey, I thought it--might be a step in some direction (maybe even the right direction).

The road is long, and memory slides
To the whole of my undoing
I put aside, I put away
I push it back to get through each day