2nd Post

Okay, I don't know how often I intend to post. Once a week? Once a month? Once a year?
Who cares? Seriously? Who gives a shit?
I know that I spoke of an epiphany - my epiphany. It's not that complicated (in print at least)
I have a limited amount of time on this planet. I am dying (you are too - deal with it - accept it)
If I live out my life expectancy to the age of 78, that means that my life is half over. Half. That is such a sobering thought that, for now, I am going to simply leave it at that. And what did I do with the first half? Let's not even get into that right now.
And what of life expectancies? Do they include people who are bedridden, who have to buy those little plastic containers that help the older folks with the health issues to separate their Monday Tuesday Wednesday Et Cetera pills into something more manageable?
I don't want to go out like that.
Do I deserve happiness? Do I deserve the opportunity to chase the things that I feel are important?
I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not.
Maybe if we all chased our dreams, there wouldn't be anybody left to serve me a cup of coffee and a pancake at 7am on a random Thursday morning in Missouri.
I ponder this. The older I get, the more questions I ask. The more questions I ask, the more answers seem out of reach.

The First Post

First post. Ok, where to begin? It's not like I'm gonna get a million hits today or anything, so I guess I might as well just try to. . .  flow.
Ok.
Who the fuck am I? Well, I am a goddam writer and adventurer trapped in the body of a guy in his late thirties, trying to hold on to his second wife and his five kids (two of those are step kids, just an fyi for the child support office in case something bad happens to my marriage).
My oldest kid is 19, my youngest is 7. I am pushing 39.
I had an epiphany a several months ago. I am still exploring it internally.
Next time I post, I will make some sort of attempt to articulate it.