"A good day ain't got no rain"

There were all these words this morning. Important thoughts about resilience and dreams and how sometimes "#fuckPlanB" is about the dumbest idea ever, because just rolling can get you where you need to go. They're mostly gone now, though. Apparently, I'm only thought-full when I'm driving.

Now that I can type, I'm being all domestic and wanting to make jam. So I'll leave you with the quote that made me all speculative, from Paul Simon's "American Tune". It's one of the songs I listen to when I need to feel sad and happy at the same time.

"And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
or driven to its knees
But it's all right, it's all right
We've lived so well so long"

It just resonates with me, deep in my guts. I've given up just about every "plan A" dream I've ever had - I've watched them shatter into dust. I've been broken on the floor more times then I can count, and my body and soul are covered in scars. I'm not going to say "Fuck Plan B" or "Fuck Plan A", but rather "Slide".

Also, this says it better than me.