Hold On

...No one can change your life except for you...

...Just open your heart and your mind...

I loved this song when I was a kid. And I don't know... I've been feeling a little nostalgic for my childhood. Psychoanalyzing it now, I see why I liked this song... 3 girls singing in a group... 2 skinny girls, one big girl who happens to sing alto--but that's never here nor there.

...You got yourself into your own mess...

I just wonder, you know... it's just amazing, the human spirit. How a song, a person, a thought could facilitate perseverance even though everything around you seems to crumble. I've been away for 2 months now and I found that new things seem to inspire me--adding to the collection of hope that I now possess. As my friend, PhD to be, stated, "Wherever you are, you have a right to have a place called home." This place will never replace HOME, but the posted pictures of my friends and family on my walls, the weird and often inefficient meetings with my core team, and the idea that I can make a difference with the information I'm learning makes it easier to swallow the distance.

It gets easier. It really does. But only if you continue to hold on.

...If you hold on for one more day... can you hold on? Can you hold on?