A mere two posts ago, I raved about this city named L.A. Oh, the energy it brings and the life it feeds to my soul.

A week later, I was in the same city, in the same coffee shop, cursing the madness around me for wreaking such havoc on my brain.

How is it that something I find so much joy in, can actually be my demise when I indulge too much? Is it true that you can have too much of a good thing? Is it best to approach everything in moderation with the understanding that there is potential for an overdose that may leave me lifeless and craving a dark hole?

I'm realizing the importance of boundaries and setting time for myself. Alone.

That said, I will be in Hollywood three times this week :) Hey, there's no way I'm missing Brooke Fraser tonight at the Hotel Cafe, nor would I miss another week at The Woods and seeing Wicked at the Pantages. Don't worry, I left Tuesday and Thursday to Orange County ... the O.C. fair is in full swing and I need a funnel cake :)

Maybe next week I'll settle down.