Collective Soul
I thought I'd start this entry with a picture, indicative of my misspent youth.
Here you have it - an admission: Much of my life has been dedicated to the conscious effort of control. More to the point, the pursuit of change: People, things, circumstance. I have always believed nothing is created whole and as for perfect; well, that just doesn't exist all together.
So, this is why I insisted on torturing a Thanksgiving dinner guest to a post-consumption yoga session. To be clarion: I challenged all 7 of them - one good natured guest indulged my obsessive disposition. Here you have it: one glass of wine too many and guiding the unsuspecting and only moderately agile Steven through a haphazard yoga twist.
And to be positively lucid, the misspent youth I speak of was 4 days ago.
What can I say? My perceptions of myself are Pascalian.
Oh yes - and I am going to see Collective Soul tonight.