“My candle burns at both ends; / It will not last the night; / But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— / It gives a lovely light!” (“First Fig” by Edna St. Vincent Millay)
I will not confirm nor deny that I spent the night watching My Oxford Year, reading poetry, and watching travel videos from the UK all night. Dreaming of a Grand Tour (as I have been since I was a kid).
Sometimes you have to dream big because dreams may be all you have left. Burn those candles; they are not meant to last forever.
And, I am sorry if I sometimes get in the way of you, but I am tired of getting in the way of me. I will be me, and you can come and be you alongside me if you want. But I expect you to offer me something unique, and I so want you to stay.
Lisa Gray 