as it turns out, I have finite amounts of optimism. it has not always been this way. in my younger years, the optimism was overflowing, limitless in supply. but now, each day provides me with a specific amount and when it runs out, that's it. everything starts to look a little differently around eight p.m., every idea, every project, everything in life, in the world. everything takes a hit. I used to fight it, used to push back with epic force until I realized the best thing I could do was to give in. let it wash over me like sleep. come morning, a fresh supply is waiting. I'm ready to take on the world again and everything in life looks a little brighter. everything (well, almost everything) seems possible.
