Speaking words of wisdon... Let it Be.....

Theirs a definite point in everyone’s day when one must decide to embrace the way that they feel...You know those feelings that you try to shake off as if they were a stalker desperately clamoring for your attention....No matter how many times you ignore it the feeling just keeps creeping around like a feline on a hunting excursion for mice.... For some this feeling that warrants their sweet embrace is consuming a Double Whopper over picking at a salad…. Perhaps it is whether to waste away leaving an indentation on your couch or going for a motivating jog.... Regardless of the analogy you get the point which brings me to what it is that I am clinging to… the idea that I am clinching is my lethargy and the notion that Liz is sprinting through my mind like a runny nose in December. I cannot force myself to grade another (excuse my honesty here "poorly written essay") on technological advancements and their impact on the 20th century… just as I cannot force Liz off of my dome…. Alas, i will allow my mind to wander like a nomad.... For as the Beatles once so poignantly said “Let it Be”……….