Balance is a lovely thing. But the thing about it is that it is fleeting. Like the weather. And who's to say that is not balance. In the long view.

I am sad today about Whitney Houston. We were the same age. We lived a similar path. Mine, however, has lead to life while hers lead to death. No one can answer the whys of that. I made choices. I still make choices. I try to make choices that will on my best days bring me joy and on any given day the peace and contentment that comes from knowing that I am moving in the right direction. That there is priceless. Ya can't buy it and ya can't pay for it with fame and fortune.
There is an indescribable twist in my heart when I hear/see/meet people who can't or won't find their way out.
that was one of the choices, back in the day, of a title for the Big Book. But there were too many with that title. It is a fitting one though.

Perhaps, today, I will try to make that pie. The recipe sounds tricky and I have only one set of ingredients. No second chances. Well, the upside is that if the crust is awful the filling will still be edible!