Full Disclosure

To tell, or not to tell? That is the question.

As much as we may try to convince ourselves otherwise, we all want to be loved and accepted by others. We want people to think highly of us and not judge us for our imperfections. To avoid rejection, we often keep parts of ourselves hidden from the very people that we want to be closest to. We don't express our hopes and fears, nor do we share the mistakes that we have made in the past. Unfortunately, this only leaves us feeling isolated and doubting our self worth. After all, how can someone really love us if they don't know who we really are?

Full disclosure is a leap of faith. Showing the world who you are, imperfections and all, is a scary thing. We don't know how others are going to react and more often than not, we project that they will meet our confessions with rejection. So rather than sharing who we are, we continue to hide behind our social mask, hoping that we can maintain the persona that we have created, all the while feeling alone.

When we fail to let people know us, we live our lives feeling isolated. If no one knows the "real you," how can they fully love and accept you? This becomes a vicious cycle: you don't feel accepted, so you hide more of who you are, retreating behind your social veneer farther and farther until you feel completely alienated. What you don't realize is that you are doing it to yourself!

Meaningful relationships are built on trust and acceptance. If you do not have trust in the people around you to accept who you really are, then perhaps you are hanging out with the wrong people. People instinctively want to connect with others- it's how we're wired. We all want to feel part of something bigger than ourselves, part of a larger group. We want to belong. However in order for that to happen, we must have faith that those around us will love us, blemishes and all.

Everyone has their issues. No one is perfect, and no one expects you to be perfect either. Perfection is a myth- an unattainable goal. Besides, the idea of perfection is subjective anyway- one person's "perfect" may be another person's crap! The best anyone can strive for is to try to live their lives being true to themselves.

Confidence and great relationships are based on being honest with yourself and honest with others. People are not always going to agree with your opinions, and that's OK. You're also going to occasionally say or do things that people don't like or don't agree with, and that's OK too. But at least you will know who you are and others will know you too.

If you really want to gain confidence and have meaningful relationships, start practicing full disclosure. Show people who you really are. Talk to them about your experiences, both good and bad. Share what you have learned in this life so far. Sharing yourself with others creates confidence and bonds you with the people in your life. The people that love you are going to accept that you are not perfect. When people share who they are, they learn from one another and create a sense of community.

We have to remember that in order to create a meaningful existence, we need to connect with others. Without full disclosure, there is no connection. If you want to make an impact, be true to yourself and honest with others. You are unique and beautiful. People will accept you. Strong relationships will develop and your confidence will increase. Being honest about who you are will enhance every aspect of your life. So what are you waiting for? Get out there and show the world the real you!

Finding Happiness

How often have you heard people say "If only I had (fill in the blank: more money/a better job/a different partner), I would be happy?" It is as if they believe that by changing a circumstance, all of their problems will be solved. Now I don't deny that sometimes circumstances do need to change for a person to live their best life, however the point that I am trying to make here is that if a person is constantly looking to "find happiness" outside of themselves, they will always wind up being disappointed.

Happiness is not a destination, it is a state of mind. Searching for happiness is a futile endeavor; being happy is not.

Isn't that great news? We don't have to rely on any other source than ourselves to be happy. All we have to do is choose it!

I know that some of you may be thinking that it is easier said than done, but it really is that simple. Here's a couple of tips:

Stop upsetting yourself. Sometimes your imagination can be your own worst enemy. We often get stuck in a rut obsessing about problems. We rerun conflicts through our mind on a continuous loop, playing out a zillion different scenarios of what what we should have said or done differently. Sometimes we even create our own drama by making up conflicts that don't even exist. It's like we're writing a screenplay for a very bad soap opera. Stop it already! This kind of thinking is not good for your state of mind. It creates a lot of anxiety and keeps you focused on the past. When you catch yourself engaging in that sort of thought process, refocus on something else. Interrupt your negative thoughts and substitute something more positive and forward thinking. Worry and negative obsessing about an unpleasant circumstance will only bring you down.

Stop thinking about what you don't have. Seriously. We have gotten to the point in our society that we have lost our grip on reality. Consumerism and pop culture have created such a void in our psyches that we have all but forgotten that we are more fortunate than most of the people in this world. Even if you have suffered major setbacks: job loss, illness or loss of a loved one, there are many others that are worse off than you. Life is sometimes hard and often messy. It's just the way it is. The good news is that with pain comes purpose. The bad stuff that comes your way is kind of like having a fracture: we get stronger in the broken places. Start practicing downward comparison. I recently went through a bit of an emotional rough patch and was feeling pretty blue. When I opened my eyes to those around me and heard what they were going through, I realized that I was incredibly fortunate by comparison. Oh sure, I could always compare myself to someone that is smarter/richer/prettier than me, but that's just going to make me feel bad. A much more effective thought process is to compare myself to those less fortunate; it makes me grateful for what I have rather than thinking about what I lack. Gratitude is a gift that you give yourself.

Act like a child. No, I'm not saying to be egocentric and throw temper tantrums when you don't get your way. I'm saying that we should never lose our sense of curiosity, joy and laughter. Remember what it was like when you didn't worry about what others thought of you and you weren't trying to fit yourself into a model of what society wanted you to be? Remember when you were free to act silly and laugh at yourself? As adults, we take ourselves way too seriously; we have all but lost our sense of humor when it comes to ourselves. We've forgotten that joy can be found in the smallest things: the graceful way an autumn leaf falls to the ground, the smell of freshly mowed grass, the warmth of the sun on our faces. We get too busy in our lives to notice all of the magic around us. We forget how to play. Think back on the simple pleasures you enjoyed as a child: climbing a tree, rolling down a hill, swinging high on a swing. Remember how good all of those things made you feel? Embrace your creative and childlike spirit. Try new things and go new places. Get out of your routine and just go explore life as if it were a wonderful scavenger hunt. Laugh at yourself and surround yourself with people that you love. Talk to your friends about ideas rather than just problems. You'll be amazed at the way it can change your relationships and your focus.

Life is a journey. The end result will be the same for all of us. None of us are getting out of this alive, so we might as well try to enjoy the process as much as possible. Stop waiting for something/someone to come along to make you happy. It's not going to happen. Happiness is an emotional state, not a destination or end result of a circumstance. I think that's pretty good news, since my state of mind is about the only thing I have control of in this crazy world.

Daddy's Little Girl

It’s Thanksgiving. A small, group is gathered around the table: a divorced, middle-aged man, his daughter, son-in-law and son. The evening seems to be going well in spite of the man’s recent loss of his long-term girlfriend and business. It’s the first year in a long time that he has really felt alone. He’s currently homeless, but spending a lot of time visiting relatives so he usually has a roof over his head. He’s in an odd place emotionally, but feels he’s finally on the right track because now he’s found Jesus. He’s never developed deep relationships because he has never felt safe or secure enough to let people in, but since Jesus saved him, he’s really trying to stop being so emotionally retarded. He’s finally trying to reconnect with his family in a more meaningful way.

So imagine his surprise when his daughter, after consuming a few glasses of wine, expresses to him that she does not believe that he is her biological father. He already feels alienated from most of the people in his life, and now this? Happy Friggin’ Thanksgiving! When she makes this announcement, he feels the bile rise into his throat. Everyone at the table is stunned, silent, and all eyes are on him, waiting for his reaction. He just sits there for what seems like an eternity, trying to process what was just said.

He flashes back to 30 years ago. He was a sixteen year old kid, in boarding school. Not just any boarding school, but a Fundamentalist Christian boarding school. His parents had found Jesus (just why Jesus needs to be constantly ‘found’ is a mystery to me, but anyway), they were insuring that their Number One Son was kept away from all things secular. The best thing about this boarding school was that it also kept him far away from the girl that he had been seeing- a flirty girl that seemed to know her way around the boys. Yes, the best thing for him would be to be far away, so he could focus on Jesus.

The funny thing is, Jesus has a hard time competing with hormones, especially those raging inside a teen-aged boy. Even though 30 miles now separated him from this girl and he didn’t have a car, he would find a way to see her, touch her and eventually sleep with her. It wasn’t as difficult as it could have been, since when he got there, they had total freedom. You see, she was older and had her own apartment. She could have anyone over that she wanted, and of course, his parents would never know. After all, they thought he was practicing his devotionals in the school's chapel.

She was a smart girl from the wrong side of the tracks. Her parents had also found Jesus and were heavily involved in the church. When you grow up in a small town, much of your social status is dependent on the church that you attend. Her family had strategically placed themselves in the church that had attracted the naïve wealthy, so that they could pretend to be part of a more affluent group than which they really belonged.

He was athletic yet awkward and painfully shy around girls. She was popular and effervescent. She could prod him out of his shell, which initially pleased his parents, since they were aware that their son was socially stunted. He had never really fit in at school. He struggled academically and had flunked second grade. Back in those days, being held back a grade made you a social pariah. Since he was born in January, he was already older than most of his classmates, so when he was held back a year, he was physically developed way beyond his peers. Growing up, the last thing you want is to be different, but he stood out like a goose amongst a flock of ducks.

The only thing that gave him any amount of confidence was his athletic ability. Being so much bigger and faster than the other kids gave him a competitive advantage. So that’s how he found his only confidence- in athletics. He became a local track star, breaking school records. He would never be able to get into a college with his grades, but just maybe he could get in with an athletic scholarship. After all, the professors just give their star athletes passing grades so that they could continue to compete in the athletic programs. That’s where the schools get most of their revenue anyway. So his parents could relax in knowing that their son could make something of himself after all.

The girl recognized that this boy may be her ticket out of her small life in this small town. He came from a great family- his father was the president of both the bank and the country club. They hosted the most fabulous parties in town, had a house on snob hill and one of the only swimming pools within a 200 mile radius. He was good looking, but lacked awareness of the fact, and because he was so naive, he was easy to manipulate.

She was popular with the boys. She knew how to toy with them and make them want her. She played the game well, telling each of them what they wanted to hear and giving them what she thought they would respond to. She knew this boy was a virgin, so she played that part with him too. Pretending to be inexperienced, she made him feel like they were experiencing sex for the first time together, when in reality; it was the farthest thing from the truth.

On the day that he was running in the State Finals, she approached him, presumably to wish him luck. He’s busy warming up for the race, but he turns to her, confident that he is about to win and make her proud of him. But instead of wishing him luck, she tells him that she is pregnant. The blood rushes from his face and he suddenly feels the world spinning out of control around him. The referee announces the start of the race and the runners take their places. She returns to the stands.

The starting gun goes off and he tears off down the track, running from the news that he’s just been given. Never before has he been so scared or so motivated to run. Run far and run fast is what his mind is screaming. He is not even aware that he is competing in a race: he is running for his life. He wins the race, breaking the state record while she has just broken his hopes and dreams for a future.

Both sets of parents are furious. In their world, adoption is the only option, and these kids are banned from seeing each other ever again. She will be sent away to stay with a relative while “in her condition,” and he will go back to boarding school where he can concentrate on being a better Christian. So it’s settled.

It’s settled for everyone but him. As the baby continues to grow inside of her, a feeling inside of him also grows: the feeling that he needs to become a man. The thought of his child being out in the world with strangers gnaws at him until he feels sick. He doesn’t know what it is to be a man, let alone a father, but he believes that it is the right thing to do. So he meets her at the Laundromat one Saturday afternoon and asks her to marry him.

She cries in relief. She doesn’t want to give up her baby either. She wants a good life, with a good husband from a good family. She projects into the future: he can get a good job at the Bank; she can have a lovely home, family and social life. She just knows that once they are married, his parents will embrace her and grace them with their generosity. It’s going to be perfect! And what no one else knows will ever hurt them.

Except it doesn’t go that way. His parents are not supportive of their decision to marry. The cut him off from any financial help and he is forced to drop out of high school in his Junior Year and get a manual job at the paper mill. It is back-breaking, mind-numbing work, but all he is qualified for. She has the baby, a beautiful little girl.

The room begins to come back into focus. Yes, it’s Thanksgiving. “What makes you think that I’m not your biological father?” he asks. This young woman that he has always thought of as “his little girl” lists a myriad of reasons. All of these make sense to him and he begins to question his paternity himself. She does not resemble him in appearance or personality. He remembers details about his ex-wife that leave many questions in his mind. Wasn’t he away for several weeks hiking during the time that she would have conceived “their” baby?

They agree to take a paternity test. He didn’t realize what an easy process it is to do physically- just a swab on the inside of your cheek. Not so easy emotionally though- especially since the results will not be known for over a week. He’s upset that he has agreed to go on a Mexican Riviera Cruise with a friend of his. He doesn’t want to go now, but he committed months ago and it’s already paid for. He can’t bail out of it now.

So days later, he sits on the deck of a cruise ship, trying to keep his mind on the book he is pretending to read as the bloated white bodies of tourists float around him in holiday glee. The churning of the vast sea around him is consistent with what is going on in his stomach, his head and his heart. Could he have been cheated out of the last 30 years of his life? Has his life been all about being a victim of circumstance and being duped? Or is he exactly where he should be at this given moment- having an existential crisis on the deck of a cruise ship? And most importantly, when the results of the test are received, will she still be Daddy’s Little Girl?

You Never Know...

I was recently asked to describe a time in my life when a person said something to me or treated me in such a way that it made a positive difference in my life. What immediately came to mind was something that transpired many years ago. The event itself was not monumental, but the impact that it made on me forever changed my life.

The image that came to mind was an evening when my family was camping with a bunch of friends. I was probably six or seven. The evening and the event itself were insignificant in of themselves, but the feelings that I experienced that night and the event that followed, had an indelible impact on me.

Donald (my mom's friend's boyfriend) and I had walked from the campsite down to the water's edge. I don't remember if we were fishing or if he was playing the guitar or what we were doing. I don't even remember specifically what we were talking about. What I do remember was that he was speaking to me as if I mattered. He acknowledged that how I felt and what I thought were important. He paid attention to me (something my own parents rarely did) and he talked to me as if I was an adult. Like I said, I don't remember specifically what was said, but I remember the tone: introspective and philosophical. No adult had ever talked to me like that before. Heck, most of them still don't.

We must have sat at the water's edge under a starlit sky for hours, engaged in a dialog lost from my memory years ago. There seemed to be such a sensitivity about him, and he was the only adult that seemed to understand who I was. Before we walked back to camp, he said something to me in closing (again, I can't remember what it was)- words of encouragement of some kind. He then kissed me on my forehead and we headed back to the others sitting around the campfire. He seemed like an angel to me, and my heart overflowed with love for him.

A few months later when my mom was picking us up after work, I overheard her mention Donald to the babysitter. He had committed suicide by filling up the bathtub with water, climbing in and placing an electric radio in the tub with him. He took his own life.

I was shocked and deeply saddened that a man that I had felt so much love and admiration for had felt so isolated and uncared for that he would do such a thing. It's 40 years later and I still think of Donald and how he made me feel that night at the lake. He couldn't have known how much I thought of him, or the impact that he had on me that night. It hurts me to think that he never realized the lives that he touched, or the amount of love that others had for him.

We often get bogged down in the mire of our own self-doubts and lack of self worth. Despair is probably the most crippling of emotions. Hopefully that is not an emotion that often overcomes you, but if it ever does, please remember a couple of things: you have had a positive impact on many of the lives that you have touched and are loved more than you realize. You never know how much you matter to someone, even if it's just one little girl.

Decisions, decisions....

There are times in our lives when we are truly at the crossroads- when we are forced to chose between two paths that are often heading in completely different directions. It can be a scary, paralyzing place to be, because most of us don't want to make the wrong choice. Some of us turn outward to help us decide: we rely on the advice of our trusted friends or family members. Others seek out spiritual guidance through prayer or meditation. And then there are those that turn to the Magic 8 Ball.

I love to get the opinions of those that I trust. Sometimes discussing options with others can bring about a new perspective to a situation. Other people can serve as a surface in which to bounce things off, and as a mirror, to reflect back to you your own hopes and dreams.

I take time to reflect on my choices. I listen with my body, and pay attention to the physical sensations that I get when I ponder each opportunity. Do I feel anxiety building in me when I think of either option, or do I feel a sense of peace? What happens to my breathing- does it become shallow and labored, or does it slow and deepen? The universe works through the physical body; I just need to be aware of what I am sensing.

I also try to consider whether I have multiple options- am I only deciding between two things, or might there be other avenues to consider? It's not that I want to complicate things more than they already are, it's just that I want to make sure that I'm not missing out on a better alternative.

I then ask myself which of my choices will help me grow the most in my quest to live a healthy, emotionally stable and meaningful life. Which of my choices will help me gain wisdom? What will the "emotional climate" be like with each of these options? Which of these paths will help nourish and encourage me most on my journey through life?

The universe presents opportunities for reasons often unknown to me at the time; doors are always opening and closing for all of us. What door just swung open? Are there obstacles in the way of either choice? Sometimes obstacles are put in the way as a deterrent, a sign that I'm on the wrong track. I'm not saying that I always take the easy way, however if things seem to be naturally falling into place, that is often an indication that I am headed in the right direction. If either option is met with a lot of resistance, it may mean that the universe does not intend for that to be my path.

Lastly, I remind myself that I need to live a life of no regrets (OK, maybe more like 'as few regrets as possible'). I try to look at my choices from the perspective of ten years from now. Will I always wonder what could have been? Will I hate myself for not taking a chance? Is there a way that I can do it all? I ask myself again what I want my life to look like- what is my heart's desire? And then I ask myself what, if anything (emotionally/physically), is holding me back or making me afraid to take the leap.

Decisions are often scary and complicated, but they are how we design our life. We all have to remember that no matter what, we have the ability to change course, backtrack or make adjustments in our lives in order to become our best selves. The path lies ahead, and it's important to keep moving forward. I try not to let fear paralyze me, and I always keep in mind, that if I'm still uncertain as to which road to take, there's always the Magic 8 Ball.

Fuzzy Lines?

So someone told me today that they thought the line between right and wrong was getting fuzzy. It got me thinking: have moral standards really changed? Do people really not know when they are doing something wrong, or are they just trying a little harder to justify their behavior?

It seems that it's human nature to make excuses for one's own bad choices- it's a psychological form of self-preservation. If we can validate our choices, then we can feel good about ourselves. No one wants to think of themselves as a "bad person," right? So we rationalize our bad behavior, often placing blame on the very person that we injured by our actions.

Look, we all screw up. There isn't a person in the world that hasn't hurt another, or done the wrong thing. It's what we do and how we learn. I'm a great example- I think every lesson that I've ever learned has been the hard way- just ask my parents. I've screwed up a lot, and sure, I've tried to rationalize my choices, but when it comes right down to it, I have to admit to myself that I did the wrong thing. The upside is that I have the opportunity to learn from it.

The line between right and wrong hasn't changed, but our collective behavior as a society has, because we've made excuses for ourselves and not called out the bad behavior of others. Maybe it's time to rethink this trend, because it's not doing any of us any good. I'm not saying that we should all walk around in judgement of each other, but calling someone out on their crap may be just the thing that they need to hear in order to grow. I know it sounds like the quickest way to alienate yourself from others, but when it's done in the right spirit, it can actually bring you closer. True friends look out for each other, and sometimes that means speaking up when you see them headed down the wrong path.

More importantly though, is to own up to your own mistakes, and take what you needed to learn so that you do better next time. Don't try to defend your bad choices, learn from them and move on. Sometimes we just need to redraw those lines when they get fuzzy and do our best not to go over them again.

Ignoring Stop Signs

I'm a typical California driver. When I think I can get away with it, I have a tendency to roll right through stop signs when there is no opposing traffic. It's a bad habit, and I'm not even sure why I do it. It's as if I don't want to be bothered with that momentary pause that is required to reflect to see if it is safe to proceed. Unfortunately I'm the same way with relationships.

Looking back on my romantic disasters, I see how all the warning signals and stop signs were there at the very beginning- indicators that there was danger ahead and that I should proceed at my own risk. I rolled right through them anyway. I knew one of my former boyfriends was a liar and a cheat before I ever started dating him. I knew that another one was possessive beyond belief and would wind up making me crazy with his jealousy. I also knew that another would self-destruct. But I rolled right into the relationships anyway.

Dr. Phil McGraw, says something that I think is very astute: he says that "people show you who they are, you just have to believe them." In every one of my failed relationships, the men that I've been involved with have shown me exactly who they are from the very beginning, and I chose to ignore the danger signals. Why did I do that? All the information that I needed to make a good decision was right in front of me, and yet I failed to yield- I hit the accelorator instead of the brakes.

So what's the life lesson here? Perhaps I need to be a little less of a speed demon. Obeying speed limits and paying attention to stop signs allow us to get to our destination safely, without accidents. We need to heed the warning signals when it comes to relationships. If someone's behavior makes you pause and say "uh oh," don't ignore it. That is your signal that you should probably not proceed down that road. Take it slow and pay attention. From now on I hope I have the sense to come to a full and complete stop and make that right turn if I don't like what I see ahead.

The Fence

Now that I am single, I'm spending more time with my friends. I'm fortunate to have some amazing people in my life that really care about me. Some of them have been my friends for a long time; others are recent additions that came along since my status change.

It's interesting to listen to my friends talk about their relationships or lack thereof. Most people that are in relationships don't want to be in them most of the time; and most single people yearn to be part of a couple. Everyone is so busy looking over the fence, that they don't bother enjoying what is in their own backyard.

My coupled friends spend a large amount of their time complaining about their significant others and pining away for the free and easy single life. They either don't seem to know how to make a relationship work, or they feel that their mate is incapable of making them happy. It seems as if they relinquish all control over their own happiness to their mate. Their focus is on what their mate should or shouldn't be doing to make them happy. They neglect to consider how their own behaviors affect the quality of the relationship. They forget that in order for a relationship to work, both parties must be focused on the well-being of the other. If the focus is on the self, the relationship is doomed to fail.

Of course, most of my single friends want someone to share their life with. They talk about feeling lonely and missing the physical touch of a lover. Everywhere they look, they see blissful couples strolling hand in hand down the boulevard of life. It feels as if everyone is paired off and they are the odd person out. They long for the companionship that being in a relationship brings. No more lonely Saturday nights and going to weddings alone. All would be right with the world if only they could find their "soul mate." They share horror stories of the dating scene and complain that all of the "good one's are taken."

Is anyone ever truly satisfied with their relationship status? It seems as if everyone is looking over the fence, admiring how green the grass seems to be on the other side.

Believe it or not, knowing that this kind of dissatisfaction exists equally among the attached and single, gives me a sense of peace. I know, you're wondering how relationship status envy can create anything other than a sense of angst, but if you think about it, it's pretty simple. Here's the liberating truth: most people that are in relationships want to be single, therefore being in a relationship does not automatically make you happy and whole. Being happy and whole by yourself is the key to satisfaction, regardless of your relationship status. And if you are in a relationship, stop focusing on your own selfish needs and start thinking in terms of being the kind of partner that you want yourself. All of us need to stop looking over the fence. Most people that climb over are disappointed that they did. It's like they say, your neighbor's grass may look pretty darn good from the other side, but you'd probably feel differently if you had to mow it.

Crazy love

Why does love makes us so crazy?



Love can take a completely rational human being and turn him or her into a raging psychotic in less than 30 seconds. Why? Just what is it about this crazy emotion that can turn us inside out? And why do we attach ourselves to people that bring out the worst of us anyway?



I have to confess, I have engaged in immature, even psychotic behavior. I remember when I was about 5 years old and my first little boyfriend, Donald, decided that he liked my best friend better. I sat out on the curb and sobbed, threatening to "sick my dog on him." At the time, it was the worst threat that I could come up with. At 15, when I found out that my boyfriend Ricky was flirting with somebody else, I enlisted a troop of my friends and T.P.'d his house. Somehow I thought that these acts of revenge would make me feel better.



Oh, trust me, I haven't necessarily gotten any better since my youth. I have focused all kinds of energy fantasizing of revenge scenarios involving those that have broken my heart. The good news is, I try to refrain from acting them out. The operative word being "try." And no, I'm not about to go into a full confessional of my own bad behavior or give some big lecture about how revenge only hurts oneself. The truth of the matter is, revenge feels great. At least for a moment. The problem with revenge and spending a lot of emotional energy in creating revenge scenarios is that it keeps you stuck in the past, when what you really need to be doing is moving forward. Yes, you want bad things to happen to bad people, but really, if you just leave things alone and focus on your future, the universe will work things out for itself. Bad things will happen to bad people. Unfortunately, bad things also happen to good people- that's just the way the world works.



So instead of getting all crazy over lost love, just accept things for what they are: lessons learned and experiences gained. Focus on your future; your past will always be your past- no sense in it continuing to be your present. Don't let love drive you crazy, because crazy never looks good on anyone.

Beginning the Journey

Life is odd, isn't it? Sure, like most things, it has a beginning and an end, but the most interesting stuff is what goes on in between. Most beginnings are all about the same, embryo develops, mother gives birth, yada-yada. And nobody really wants to think about death, because that's just depressing. The point is, it's everything in between the beginning and the end that is supposed to mean something. The journey- the mythic adventure that we call life...

Well I'm no philosopher, nor am I a poet, and I'm not a psychologist either (although I often play one in my day job). I'm just a member of this human race that realizes that we're all in this together, whether we like it or not. No matter who you are, or what your life is about, you share commonality with others on this planet. It's our emotions, our struggles and our triumphs that bind us to each other.

I'll be commenting on what my journey is all about: the roadblocks, accidents, mishaps and great sights along the way. So come on along. Let's take a ride