I was looking out the kitchen window this morning at my gravel driveway, little gravel, pinky colored. I love it. I reminds me of France. My fountain and potted herbs. And lavender and roses. And I was looking at all the little weeds, in great variety. And how it reflects how I feel. If I'm not focused and paying attention, all kinds of weeds sprout up in my mind and my life. Things get neglected. I loose focus and clarity. It's an old habit, possibly an emotional addiction...have lots going on. No wonder I am tired. And have given myself some time to not go so fast. Feels good. Thanks for the reminder. I can take tomorrow and clean the weeds. Then look out on my beautiful little piece of paradise that I've created and smile.