Large Empty Vat

Me too kid.

Ugh. If I keep waiting for some sort of divine inspiration to write a blog post, I'm never going to do it. I keep waiting for some witty words and fabulous rhetoric to roll off my fingers and onto the page, but today I realized it's just not going to happen. I'm going through something. In my head. And the bad thing about this blog is that it makes me realize how often I go through something. Why can't I be simple? Blissfully content and unaware of the world? Why must I (even when I'm happy) endlessly mull over the status of the entire world and each individual in it and insist that there is a way to make sense of it all? I live my life as though if I think hard enough I can figure out the nation's economic struggles as well as my own.

I think I've always been this way. Consumed with thoughts of the world on a macro level, completely convinced that if I think about it hard enough I can boil it down to some simple micro level solutions. Because If Rachel Ray can come up with one million 30 minute meals, why can't I come up with one 30 minute answer to the human condition?

I'm in a funk. But I'm reaching out. I sent a text to my girls today letting them know I'm falling into hermit mode and need some help cracking out.

This post probably doesn't make much sense. But if I waited until I could eloquently explain it all, well, I fear it'd be another long blogging break.

That's better. Big smiles all around.