Many Miles To Go

Are you one of the half-glass full or empty type of people?

For me, I have always tried to be "the glass is not going to be big enough" type of person. Most certainly there have been been moments of pain and doubt, but yet I rebound.

There is so much to experience in this life. And many miles to go before we sleep.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a little shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Stay inspired my friends.

Miles To Go

“There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.”
-Homer, The Odyssey

Sleep is a wonderous and re-energizing activity that we tend to give short shrift to. But during these days of vacation, it can be a good thing to learn more about your sleep patterns. Give your alarm clock a vacation now.

Doing so will help you sleep better at night during those weeks of working. Better sleep means better physical and mental preparedness, which also means you will perform better during the daylight hours.

In a Psychology Today article, it is good to evaluate your sleep patterns. They say "...take the time to figure out when your body wants to sleep and when it wants to be awake." Find out what kind of sleep your body needs in preparation for the new year.

We are not all made the same and that means not all of us require the same kind of sleep. Doing this now will help you become more productive in the coming year. Besides, we all have many miles to go before we sleep...we might as well be well rested.

Stay inspired my friends.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.