When I catch myself forgetting, I try to focus.  Focus on what I learned from it all.  So many times, we forget what we promised ourselves in tough situations.  ”Please. Get me through this and I’ll do ____ more.”  

What was that “____” again??    

Try hard to remember.  

Sitting in my bed, tonight, feels reminiscent of my days in the Islamabad hotel room.  So much lost.  I feel a bit like time, lately.  Literally, TIME.  I haven’t stopped.  The momentum has kept going without me having a chance to see what’s passing by.  My eyesight is blurry and my passion is worn.  

Strength is still growing on my sleeve.

b.e.d.