Many Things Make A Post

- I realized this morning that I'm being asked to do some of the projects I've done to test and/or develop me further.
- I was told by our 2nd Shift Operations Manager that when he runs his leadership workshop later this week that he wants me to be part of it. This makes me happy.
- In 11 days, I'm going for my LPQ. I suppose I should work on my notes and take the final exam, shouldn't I? ;-P
- Waystation is slowly getting off the ground. After the LPQ is done, I need to start hardcore working on the website and getting it revamped. Also, I need to start reaching out to artists for art for the con. I know at some point or another, I'd love to commission someone for a picture of the staff in our storyline roles.

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Many things swirl through my brain when I'm driving. It's the best time for me to reflect and ponder. And then this song came on the radio. I don't know why, but I pulled the lyrics up on Soundhound and paid attention to them.

"Glass"

Trying to live and love,
With a heart that can't be broken,
Is like trying to see the light with eyes that can't be opened.
Yeah, we both carry baggage,
We picked up on our way, so if you love me do it gently,
And I will do the same.

We may shine, we may shatter,
We may be picking up the pieces here on after,
We are fragile, we are human,
We are shaped by the light we let through us,
We break fast, cause we are glass.
Cause we are glass.

I'll let you look inside me, through the stains and through the cracks,
And in the darkness of this moment,
You see the good and bad.
But try not to judge me, 'cause we've walked down different paths,
But it brought us here together, so I won't take that back.

We may shine, we may shatter,
We may be picking up the pieces here on after,
We are fragile, we are human,
We are shaped by the light we let through us,
We break fast, cause we are glass.

We might be oil and water, this could be a big mistake,
We might burn like gasoline and fire,
It's a chance we'll have to take.

We may shine, we may shatter,
We may be picking up the pieces here on after,
We are fragile, we are human,
And we are shaped by the light we let through us,
We break fast, cause we are glass.
We are glass.