Disco is My Cosmos

I found myself in a place by a pond Voluntarily, I roamed I liked it there Initially I talked to a raven haired girl She wanted to read my palms She took me in a room And I saw a man with a needle I ran away Bu the place called me back Against my will They sedated my Love And tried to sedate me But I told them Even if they sedated me The Truth was still there This illusion of contentment Didn't fool the universe So I ran away And saved my Love And the place couldn't Call us back Because we knew the Truth.

The phrase "too much on my plate" is widely used, but I didn't have a real grasp of its meaning until this morning. Coming back from vacation, I have multiple "to do" lists piling up. But what I've noticed is that this is a pattern. I commit to too many things and allow myself to be distracted by phone calls or emails and before I know it, my "plate" is loaded so high and it's not only that I can't eat it all...I am so distracted by all the things around me that I can't even stop to eat what's on the plate. So, before long, the arugula starts wilting and the cheese becomes pungent. The paradox is that I've created this massive pile on my plate. I've allowed myself to take more than I can chew. And, moving forward, it's obvious that there's some rotting vegetation that will have to be thrown out, and some things eaten before any thing else can go on. I am so careful, for the most part, about what I eat in real ...