can't do a thing to stop me...

...well, that's not entirely true. I most often drag [my]self home half-alive at the end of the day. Never mind how fast my mind might still be going; the flesh gives up. But the mind never stops, never ever never ever. This will, this mind - they are determined. But this flesh hates pain, like most flesh does. Perhaps being a masochist would have been a blessing, in this context.

But my will - I will let it dominate today. I will teach my session this afternoon, and then I will go home and I will do all that I want to do. I let the flesh have its way yesterday, but today is *my* way, and I will accomplish all I want to accomplish.

So perhaps you can't do a thing to stop me. Perhaps nothing would ever stop me, if I could really believe in mind over matter. I'm made that way, to want to believe in it. But I'm also a realist, and I can't deny the reality of the pain when I'm not careful.

Where's the middle path? Where's the happy medium? Would that I could find it. Perhaps if I try harder and am more careful, cautious, and observant, I will figure it out, sooner rather than later. I have hope - for all my realism, I still have hope. And perhaps *that* is my real strength.