It's been quite the week. Now it's nearly over. As week turns to week, there's nothing actually, physically starting over, except the names of the days. Still, it helps to think of each start of seven as a chance to begin, differently, better. Not starting over with things, instead applying whatever hard things we've been through to the new seven.
I'm leaving town for now. I'll finish with a few lines from a song that's playing, by the Avett Brothers.
"I can go on with my insecure nature, I can keep living off sympathy; I can tell all the people that all of the success is a direct reflection on me. But, watching You, makes me think that that is wrong. What is important? What's really important? Am I not to know by my name? Will I ever know silence without mental violence will the ringing at night go away? It's up to you, my father, call on me."
There's a lot to think about in the lyrics, and I may not agree with everything in the song...but there's a poignant truth to what I've quoted. I like it. A lot.