I walk into Starbuck’s this morning and the song playing is “I Go Down To The River”. I love this song. And for many reasons. I think it reminds me of my childhood and old hymns, but I love the simplicity of it:

As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol’ way
And who shall wear the robe and crown?
Good Lord show me the way

It’s a song of roots. A song that makes us think and leads us to what we’re supposed to do; pray, seek God, and follow His way. Simple, but easier said than done.

Besides the song, I noticed this poster in Starbuck’s. It read, “The deeper the roots, the higher the reach.” I adore that! It’s so true. The more you know who you are and where you come from, the easier it is to reach out, be confident, and do amazing things. You no longer have to think about where you come from and how that fits into the equation in order to do something. It’s already done.

So, off to make sure I know where my roots are…

I’m sitting here, working. Although admittedly it’s more like playing to me. Since I happen to love designing, I tend to get wrapped up in what I’m doing and don’t realize that there are hours going by. The only way that I’ve really known what time it was tonight was by watching some of my favorite shows on TV. Thus the realization that it really is 10pm and bed should be the top priority. (Notice how I realize that but don’t take my own advice and instead immediately start typing a post? Yeah, I’m warped.) For the past hour I thought it was Thursday night and that I have tomorrow off. Yeah, not true. I do have to go to work tomorrow and so the bed thing is yet again, ringing a bell. Ever have those types of moments?

I read in my friend’s blog tonight how we sometimes realize who we are, know our shortcomings, and instead of working to change and be healthy, we just sit down and get comfortable with them. I think she’s more on the money than any of us care to verbalize or admit. She goes on to say that maybe it’s because healthy seems boring in comparison. So, even though I should be in bed right now, I’m typing away and ignoring the fact that I’d be better physically and mentally if I got more sleep than I’ve been getting. I mean, doesn’t going to bed “early” or “earlier” sound boring when compared to saying “Oh, yeah, I’m just tired ’cause I was up late working on some freelance stuff.” Yep, it’s official, I’m dumb. Changing means working on the small stuff, one at a time. Maybe I need to start with this one. Ya think?