By William Ernst Henley

Out of the night that covers me, 
      Black as the pit from pole to pole, 
I thank whatever gods may be 
      For my unconquerable soul. 

In the fell clutch of circumstance 
      I have not winced nor cried aloud. 
Under the bludgeonings of chance 
      My head is bloody, but unbowed. 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 
      Looms but the Horror of the shade, 
And yet the menace of the years 
      Finds and shall find me unafraid. 

It matters not how strait the gate, 
      How charged with punishments the scroll, 
I am the master of my fate, 
I am the captain of my soul.

This past month almost made me a believer of astrology. I’ve been increasingly frustrated and angry with the state of my city and country. My friends and family have all experienced communication breakdowns across many relationships. All our jobs seem to be growing in scale and complexity. Time management is a constant battle. 

The haze that has settled into Seattle is a direct reflection of my mood

Henley wrote Invictus in 1875 in response to some very dire health complications. I love this poem because it exudes strength in the face of any adversity, and it is a reminder that my actions, my decisions will impact my outcome.

I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

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