I wanted a place to write my thoughts...

...and then, when I sit down to write, nothing comes to my mind. Why do I think of all the things I want to say when I'm driving the car, or sitting at my desk at work, or in the middle of another project? I wish I had a recall button that could bring back my thoughts from the time when it wasn't convenient to sit down at the computer.

So what is it that I want to say? I'm not really sure. I like where I live; I like who I am usually; I like what I do usually; I wish I had more time for the fun things in my life, but I'm grateful for those times when they come. Every day is sunny and beautiful, warm and pleasant. Yet, sometimes, I long for just more time for myself.

Sometimes I need to not be responsible for others. And I wouldn't deny that of anyone else, either. I try not to need others when there are things I can do for myself. But I have limitations, so I try to have a good attitude about the things others' rely on me for so I can rely on them, too. Isn't that what a good life is about? Inter-dependency; not dependency. Maybe someday I'll achieve that, too.

Today's quote: "What's the difference between a good job and a bad job? 5 minutes". --Daniel Henderson

Doesn't this sound like me?! Well, perhaps not exactly...

Scaramouche – French from Italian - Scaramuccia. Stock character of the Italian theatrical form known as the commedia dell’arte; an unscrupulous and unreliable servant. His affinity for intrigue often landed him in difficult situations, yet he always managed to extricate himself, usually leaving an innocent bystander as his victim.