It's thundering out.

I can't figure out if that's why I can't sleep or not.

But when I'm awake like this, all I can think about is work.

What needs to be done, what I can do better, how I can help others excel?

How can I excel? Not just in work, but in life (but maybe that's work?)

I like the word Excel. It just makes me think "move forward." I want that.

I think there is a time to stand still, a time to ponder, to breathe in the moment.

And then there are times to excel, to propel, to motivate, to surge, to grow, to act.

The lightening strikes, finally, and everytime, no fail, I count... One Mississippi, Two Mississippi, until the thunder rolls and either I feel a tinge of fear, or count into the night.