Emptying my cup

You would think that emptying your cup would be a simple thing. As simple as just tipping it over. In my case, apparently not. It seems like as soon as I turn it upright more things seep in from the sides like a spring fed lake. Maybe this will be a constant effort, but I do feel like I'm making some headway. Maybe that's why am finding it increasingly difficult to finish the books I've started. Maybe it's just really time to let everything drain out or bubble to the surface and evaporate.

Just Right

It seems to me that my life is like a campfire. Keeping it burning brightly seems to be the goal. And that goal takes constant vigilance and attention. The right placement, the right fuel, the right time, the right adjustments. All the while being wary of the elements that would seek to diminish your flame. If you burn too bright, too fast, you burnout too soon and you risk burning those around you. If you don't burn brightly enough, you are cold and unapproachable.
But, if you burn just right, you attract others to your light and warmth.