Day Three Hundred and eleven

I am tired after being out tonight, but I sit under the waning moon. As I age, my energy cycles through the day like the moon does in her long month. I make the mistake of trying too hard sometimes instead of recognizing and accepting the waxing and waning qualities of my energy, and the different tides of my awareness, each suitable for different things.

When the moon is a quarter full, she does not try to light up the entire sky, instead she shares light with the stars, pulls more gently on the ocean, and stays up late.