Day thirty-nine

You.

There can be only one. You have the power. You decide. You expand or constrict. You love or you suffer. You sing or you lament. Even in the maw of oppression one retains the power to control one's thoughts, and therefore, one's actions. 

Things can get rough. Another insidious reminder came last night. He could tell from the tone of the boss'  voice in the first ten seconds that this conversation would end with his asking 'what now'? 

Back to the drawing board. Make something up. Re-invent. Have faith. And above all, stay present, focused and create like a mad man. Down, trampled, bludgeoned, bloodied, berated and bent. BUT NOT OUT. Not yet. 

A red letter day, this thirty-nine. One way to go, and one person in charge. 

You.