The youth of America seems to be on some slippery slope in which morality and sense of what life should give them is unbalanced.

My son recently had this fit in front of me where he demanded that I give him a game called Rage and to pay the online fees associated with some other game.  I told him that he doesn’t need to play a game which is filled with inappropriate things that aren’t what he needed anyway.  So he bypasses the authority and goes to talk to my mom… which he conned his grandmother into buying for him without consulting with me.  You would think that she would have called me and at least asked me about a game called “rage”…goodness the kid is only 12…   He knew I wouldn’t have bought that game for him so going around me was pretty sensible for a child who wants something he already knows will not be on my “accepted list”.

My daughter on the other hand, is very upfront about things…over the weekend, I get a call; She says,  ”daddy, the prom dress I want is only $400.00.  Should I wait till the check arrives, or can I use your credit card number to buy it”?  Always has something that needs to be bought…and for me, it’s not her Senior prom, it’s only her Junior prom and I feel like a “silly-goose” buying something which will only be worn once and never worn again….only thing that is like that is a wedding gown…I can fathom a few thousand bucks for something that is about the event…but she’s got another Prom coming up next year…then it’s another dress….but at least she asks for me to send the money instead of avoiding it…do I tell her no? Not really…  it’s the cost of not always being around while I build their inheritance… Catholic guilt plays hard on my mind…I’m getting a bit tired of feeling guilty though…

Then there’s my “Mister Responsible”…Connor…my oldest child…  he’s on his high school swim team and he’s a competitor.  He asked for things that are reasonable for Christmas and birthday which help him compete harder….different types of swim gear to be faster, sleeker in the water… the most decadent thing he’s asked for is a special type of mp3 player which is waterproof with waterproof headphones to push him harder in training.  This past weekend, I learned from my mother that his grand cherokee had the window busted out and stereo equipment was stolen.  I call him and tell him that he needs to choose a better spot to park his car and never show up blaring the music…”it only invites people to steal from you”. 

You can tell he was in no mood for a lesson about how to park his car…still he’s respectful in his tone with me and says “I know dad…I feel terrible that my ride is looking sad with the window out”.  I told him that I’d be happy to replace the window and give him cash to put in an alarm…he says no, he’ll figure it out.  He doesn’t make much at his job, but he’s a hard worker…he also knows that what I’m doing will give him a really comfortable life…he appreciates how hard I work and the troubles which are on my mind daily.  He’s one of those kids who give me hope to say that no all kids lack work eithic and appreciate how hard it is to make it.

In this world you see a lot of kids get things which we never had when we were that age.  I don’t mind buying them good things and giving them a well-rounded life, but when the youngest child has a Wii, an X-Box 360, and a playstation 3, along with every hand-held piece of tech any child could ever wish for, and a stack of games worth more than most people’s cars and he still wants more or he’s bored and pouts about it…I get irritated…I remember being bored and announcing it to my grandmother, (the person who raised me), meant that I would be mowing 2 acres of grass with a push mowere which didn’t have a moving engine…YOU were the engine. 

We didn’t have enough money to own a car, so we walked everywhere and I learned that to get from one place in your life to another, it all starts with one foot in front of the other….it takes a lot of steps to reach your destination, but you will get there…it doesn’t matter if it’s a process you follow or an actual place you’re traveling to…  as an adult who has nearly everything I want, the one thing seems to escape me…  knowing when “enough” in a person’s life is really enough…  humanity and the collapse of all of these precious value systems seems to be overtaking life in America.  Maybe it’s the one reason I appreciate the ocean so much…  it’s a play-land which is always challenging…and it’s free…it is God’s playground for the rich or the poor.  It has always been enough…  maybe I need to drag the kids back here a while to teach them, it’s not what you’ve got or feel entitiled to have, it’s the opportunities in front of you and how you treat the life which has been given to you.  Restoring their humanity and their belief in living a more righteous life seems to be outside of their values…as a parent, starting today, it’s the number one priority.  I can change the lives of 3 people….those three people can change others…  one step at a time until I reach the end of my journey…

I’m a part of the problem.  I’ve enabled them by wanting them to be so happy and giving them things instead of valuable life-lessons which are tools to grow them.  I hate to see things kids wear, and how they choose to listen to music or rhetoric which is against anything I could ever place stock into.  I’ve been complacent to allow too much materialism to invade their perspective.  @ out of my three kids seem lost…  I always put my foot down on what they wear and the types of things they’re exposed to online…but policing a child is a bit like overkill on one side and not allowing them to be exposed and understand the real dangers on the other side…a very fine balancing act.  In the end, one thing is universal…every child deserves love and happiness.  They need to know which decisions to make based on doing the “right” thing and why certain opportuntities should be avoided.  Happiness can come at the end of work ethic and lessons to make them a deeper person with perspectives that others around them appreciate.

My faith in humanity needs help…  I want to believe, yet, I’m shaken…  through being stronger for them while they’re on this life-lesson, I hope I’ll restore my own faith… everyone is entitled to happiness…not all are worthy of the work it takes to be happy.  My kids will know the value and the “cost” of happiness… nothing worthwhile in this life or the next comes without a cost… it’s not what you’ve got…it’s what your life should look like… beautiful and filled with beautiful people…

T.

I had a group of the boys who rode with me since I am the designated driver, (I didn’t taste a drop of the fun-juice), and as the last fella was exiting the truck, I spotted his laptop case…I reached in my pocket and took roughly half of the wad and stuck it in there before he could spot it. his wife has had “issues” since the birth of their beautiful baby boy…and I know he’s working just as late as I do lately and that he’s stressed…

I saw him this morning over by my desk as we’re watching a beautiful boat dock outside of the office…he hands me a diet coke and says “I know you took your winnings and put it in my laptop bag. I can’t accept it.” I said “fuck you , you’ll take it or I’m going to your wife and telling her this is payback for a loan 6 months ago”….He said, “I didn’t loan you anything”…I said, “I know you didn’t, but your wife doesn’t know any such thing and she’ll never understand why I’m paying her this money that you didn’t tell her that you loaned me in the first place…you really want to explain that”?!?!? He turns and said “you’re the meanest, most awesome bastard I know”…

A little wicked fun and I felt good about taking back a little money that I lost over the past six months to the other boys and donating the excess to a friend who needs to take his wife and baby out on some dates… Guys like that are the ones who show up when you need someone to help you move after a long weekend of work…guys who do exactly what they say they will and who take pride in taking care of friends just like they are a part of their family.  Who said sacrifice can’t be a win-win? Not me, the mean ole’ bastard… wink wink…

T.

This is what is delighting my ears as I strike a few words across your thoughts : http://tinysong.com/Scuo

It is the way to make so many of you weak… chocolate… no worries, I am among you…  I thought about today’s post knowing that we’re all weak for something.  Most of those things are soulfilled…heartfelt…and sometimes a bit painful, yet we are weak…  I embrace portions of what I’m really weak to…

It’s no secret what a good girl can do to me… buckle my knees… her lady-like manners and attention to how she presents herself and the pride she takes in presenting herself in public is the first downfall.  Knowing that it’s a strength of hers and the ability which is ingrained in her thoughts from a young age… personal pride…not pride built into her reactions.  She’s careful…hopeful of how she plows her path. 

People ask me what my preference in women are…I’m quick to respond, ” I don’t date women”.  You’ll notice that I refer to all ladies as girls…it’s a term of endearment although some ladies don’t prefer the term, I mean it in the best of ways…  when it comes down to it, we’re all young-at-heart and some of us refuse to grow up.

Today I feel sublime…I feel like I’ve been eating dark chocolate and my tummy is so thrilled for it…  I’m not sure why I feel so at ease, but I’ll have you know I’m strictly low carb and have been for a while…no chocolate…yet I feel that beautiful aftertaste motivating me in good ways…  it’s late and the trade winds are very cool tonight…  my legs are ready already for the next run…

I’m in the most terrific of moods…  all from thoughts about the evening spent thinking of friends visiting soon…and the opportunities that I’ll create tomorrow…

I hope you create a few for you…

Oh if your were hoping for a little bit more with your day, then listen here… inspiration… http://tinysong.com/FMoc

Sublime…

T.

I’ve spent more cash in the past few weeks than I ever should have.  Example…  I’ve got my Ford F-150..it’s in good shape, but getting a little older…well it required a new motor…not so easy or cheap on an island…  so I order new motor core, I have the heads machined and by tonight, I have my extended cab F-150 back and I’m renting it to people who are in from Montreal for the next two months…  new motor, great truck super cold A/C….fully rented as long as I want it rented for $650/month….doesn’t help that it’s $3000. out of my pocket right now…  no worries, water under the bridge…

I had to buy a used but beautiful XL-7 for a bunch of New Zealanders who are staying here…. it’s a neat little vehicle that can really fit 7 humans…I’m impressed…but it’s another $12,000.00 bucks out of my pocket and they’re only here to rent from my place for the next two months as well. (Then it goes to another couple who are wanting to rent it semi-permanently, so eventually it pays for itself)…

And then there’s the layoffs from my work…2 of my very good friends out of a job…I’m allowing them to move into one of my apartments for two months to help them get on their feet.  Past that time, I’ve got vacationers coming and I can’t allow them to stay longer, but as you can imagine it’s expensive for rents here, so the electricity bill for those 2 families along with expensive water costs will top more than a thousand dollars/months…

I didn’t know about the coming layoffs of part of my team, yet they spared me since I hammer away at issues like a madman… so I’m always the fortunate one, and it’s my duty as their friend to assist them in their time of need.  I have plenty of others who would do the same for me…but I already had plans in the works… had plans to add a new level on a small building…that is started, and I’ve got to finish it…and a lot of jeep parts which were just paid for last week that were shipped from an off-road place and I thought it would make a good father-son project when my son gets here to tear the jeep apart and then put new parts on it after I get it painted and retooled.

So I can tell you that things are not dim for me….I’m happy….I’m beginning to be super healthy filling my body with amazing foods.  I’ve got nothing to bitch about since I know I have it much better than others, and I have the ability to lift those who have had a rough time up enough to help themselves out of a bad situation…  giving back feels good…even if it temporarily makes your wallet scream… Luckily,  I’m in the spot that I am and I’m not bitching about life….i’m focusing on the fact that life is good and I’m chugging along doing just fine by making decisions even when I’m not sure which path to take…

Lucky guesses and being a hardworking man have served me well.  I’m going to keep this up as long as I’m allowed…  then again, if a fella like me could make these decisions, what’s stopping you?

There’s a couple of times you don’t want to be ”that” guy and a few times when you’re dying to be ”that” guy….  when there’s a poor soul who has had a devastating accident on the side of the road, no one wants to be “that” guy….then when you see a multimillion dollar yacht and people enjoying life, there’s not a person I know who doesn’t want to be ”that”guy…but sometimes it’s good to be ‘that” guy in a different form…

I’m taking time to celebrate life daily…  it only takes a minute…  I do it after I’m done running…a bit of thanks, and a smile to the area within my view…  today feels like I’ve ran a marathon, but my belly is missing a few knots…and my mind is clear and focused on friends who will need my help to make it for the next couple of months…it always helps to be able to be “that guy”….

The wife of the man who worked in my department told me that she can never repay me for my kindness….I told her “sure you can, don’t forget my name when it’s your turn to do the same for another person”…

She said “you’re unforgettable….irreplaceable…and appreciated”….

Do I feel amazing?  Humbled…  I’ve been there before…

T.

I asked about supplies and the equipment I would have to deal with since I had never been aboard this particular yacht. Needless to say, this thing was beautiful. I flew in and ate well with all the people aboard with on Anguilla. Nice wines, fresh mahi, and grilled pineapple … yeesh…so tasty… I check the weather and board the boat while giving four, out of the seventeen people aboard, orders to gather items that I felt we’d need before leaving the Anguilla port… Juice, eggs, pre-cooked bacon, pre-sliced spiral cut ham, smoked havarti cheese, and a bit of freshly baked yeast rolls and very raw-grained mustard…. (I hate sailing on an empty stomach in case it’s just me dealing with weather or a tipsy crew).

Luckily for me, this is a crew I’ve sailed with on my boat and I trusted them. So I line out their shifts and plot the course home. Little did I know what kind of adventure I would be getting myself into….One of the ladies had turned on the AC power converters to charge her iPod, her cell phone, and to watch tv, and to run the microwave and cook for a bit. Then she turned on the electric fridge so she thought the food would stay cold. She was running so many things that there was much more on this boat which weren’t turned on. I had 2 out of the 4 crew members up top with me sailing while the other two were downstairs sleeping in anticipation for the next shift at the helm with me. When one of the crew woke up and asked me to come downstairs.

I headed down to the main cabin only to look at the gauge Kevin was pointing toward….8 volts left on an entirely drained system which needed 12 volts to crank the motors. I ask if anyone had turned anything on and the long list of items had been muttered out of the girl’s mouth… yeesh… I asked her why she thought she could do that with the engines off, and she said she didn’t think it would harm anything. No harm, no foul, strong winds out of the East and I was making good time without any need for motors, but I know motors are nice to have just in case I need them.

After asking one of the crew to look to see if there’s a battery booster onboard, an hour and a half later, we find it tucked away and it’s got a full charge! I crank up the port motor and watch the battery banks slowly fill back to 12.4 volts… I took my time in explaining that only the crew is allowed to turn on anything that would drain the batteries further, you could tell I stepped on a few feelings, but being the person responsible for the lives of others in the middle of the ocean is serious stuff.

Sailing onward for the next several hours, I come across the sunset… it’s beautiful, colors of gold, red, orange and purple filling the sky like a painter’s canvas using the most brilliant of paints… Toward the West, (in front of me)…storm clouds…a bit of lightning… no big deal I think… I lock my heading into the helm and drawn in a bit of the sail as to maintain comfortable speed while knowing that I’m going into a storm. I send my first shift downstairs and ask the others to come up and enjoy a few minutes topside to get their stomachs ready for the tossing that will eventually overtake us. We all eat… I ask for mine to be heated since I know I’m going to be cold from the driving rain and most likely, I’ll be in the rain for hours while I send the others downstairs to watch tv or to sleep.

Soft rain gives way to very dark clouds and hard rain. I’m under the canopy but rain moving sideways will still hit your skin and sting while you’re sailing fast.

After 30 minutes, my teeth were chattering….I ask for some guava-pineapple juice…and a hot cup of PG tips tea with creme and turbindo sugar in my thermos…. I’m in heaven… my body is warming a bit and I’m smiling with the rain falling hard upon the skin of this boat. My crew is more concerned for my temperature than the safety of the boat, I let them know I’m fine. They ask if I want a sip of rum, I let them know that I’m off the stuff for a bit… Shocking….yet…I’m perfectly happy in my tea-invoked bliss… it’s nearly 8:30 pm here in St Thomas USVI and my core is still a little cold… but all of my crew and their guests nuzzled away for a good night’s rest in St John. I stayed at their villa only long enough to grab a freshly grilled steak filet and some baby lima beans and butter with some amazing dessert, vanilla bean panna cotta sprinkled with coconut and blueberries.

Still feels like I’m swaying with the timing of the rolling waves…it’s a common thing that I feel after a long haul like this. It’s good to return home and sleep in my bed… I’m tired, a bit weary, and I’m happy that I was the first one they called to bring them home safely. It’s kinda funny though…once we hit the port in St John, one of the crew, who knows me well, said, “somethings changed with you…you’re all serious and you’re not your normal self”…  I turned and told him that I felt funny about taking this little jaunt to come take another captain’s place in the middle of the sail and that the “bad feeling” kept me cautious.  He said, “Halo or hellion, I knew you’d be great to have aboard and we’d get back here safe.  I just expected to laugh every 30 seconds”.  It’s nice to be an entertaining captain, but once in a while you can tell I’m up for a change…I’ve been thinking about a lot of upcoming plans and what I want to do in life…which path to take…which times to be funny and make everyone laugh with me…

Not much to laugh at when you’re shivering from wind-driven rain stinging your skin reminding you that it’s your responsibility to love every inch of the water you conquer… every inch which could take the lives of your passengers and crew.  I’m tied to the ocean…  I love the taste upon my lips…she’s the closest to heaven that I know on this Earth… she contains bountiful food for the masses….water…the essential element of life.  every time you take a drink of water, I hope you look upon it like the gift that it really is…

Respect her and she’ll give you the world….take her for granted and she’ll teach you a lesson…be scared of her and make a terrible mistake…she’ll take your life…  Sounds like an amazing woman…

Extraordinary life I’ve been given…and thankful everyday I’m here to enjoy it…

T.

It was a simple dare…

Mitch said, “No matter the rules, you against me, making it to that pole a football field’s length away”.

As soon as I said “yes”, he bolted hard…11 years younger than me….I dug hard, caught him ,and before he got too close, I kicked his rear leg in full stride and passed him touching that pole… He got up saying that wasn’t cool to do. I fired back, I felt as you played the game well, but in the end, I improvised.

He’s got a little road rash from the grass burning where he slid…but do I feel badly for him?  

Not in the end…take the rules and make them work for you…never cheat…improvise….I’m taking this moment to thank God for making sure I did sprints early this week…

T.

A really dear friend of mine wrote me a couple of weeks ago wondering about her reaction to the man who broke her heart and my thoughts about it.  I knew it was just the start of her interrogatories since I had already asked myself all the questions and gone through all the emotions she’s experiencing right now.  The great sense of coming of age for this lesson for me is that I can only change myself, I cannot change others for the sake of changing them.  It’s hard news to take from a control freak like me.  I insist on perfection constantly…  no one is harder on a mistake than one that I’ve created or failed to tackle properly.

I hang my hopes and expectations as high as I can barely reach and challenge myself to move higher.  I’m not sure how or why I succeed other than I get bored easily and I’m a child who looks at complex issues as a game for me to solve including my own problems….yet a year ago, I forgot to how frame life as a complicated game.  I lacked focus…  I was too involved with loving a woman I would never love in the future.  I was too obsessed with retribution and the ability to strike back when I wanted, (I didn’t even though it was well within my grasp).  All along I simply wanted my pain to stop.  I wanted closure.

Now, my friend seeks closure to her pain…he guy has re-emerged in her life and she’s really confused.  I gave her simple rules given to me by a woman I trust on how to cut people out of my life who don’t deserve to be there.  I worked hard to recover and get back to my feet…  it was really embarrassing… pride?  I had it, but then, I’d lose my temper, or I’d drink way, way too much and call her and say the most terrible things you never really wanted to say to another person in hopes of hurting them like you hurt…in the end?  I only hurt myself.  I used everything I could to recover only to stumble time and time again… then one day….clarity.

It wasn’t about changing the situation, or changing her…it was the realization that I had to change…I had to accept the assistance of people smarter and wiser than I was to learn to forgive the man I was and change him to fit the regular dynamic personality people loved him to be.

Now, a year and some odd months after the fact, the woman who I loved is nothing more than someone I used to know.  If I passed her on the street, I wouldn’t give a second glance.  Powerless over me…  it is the same change that my friend must make…I know it takes time and you don’t ever really know if you’re the saint or the sinner since reality is skewed…  I was in shambles and through the power of positive thought and tearing yourself down to the core, anyone can rebuild.

I’ve taken a lot of secrets about my thoughts and my heart to be buried…and I’m really feeling quite nicely about not giving everything where someone can own that part of me so easily without me being able to know more about outcomes…  Love does not conquer all…  I believed it could…  I lied to myself…  I had to change…  I had to place one foot in front of the other and start walking to the man I am today.  Painful steps…  you find yourself in each mistake and you celebrate more loudly during your successes… 

The girl asked me today if I had anything of value taken from the relationship that I so cherished…  I told her I had success. I had a better path and a better result than the girl I loved will ever know.  There are so many things that I’d love to tell the closest of people who read my blog, but those successes are guilty pleasures…but at least I shared the secret to  finding my way back…

It’s not always about accepting what you cannot change….for me, I found a man who needed to learn the depths of despair and hopelessness to give him depth of character…  I changed back into a better man than that girl will ever know…  “change what you cannot accept instead of accepting what you cannot change”…

T.

We had a lot of interesting things to talk about…the girls were wondering why dating has to be so time-consuming and how their boys were nice but not smart, and me?  My thoughts went to a girl…  I hung my hammock across the deck of the boat securing it with the rigging while the girls started to cook…looking up at the stars, it’s really beautiful tonight.  Soft breezes across the bow, the smell of the mushroom risotto and pork is tantalizing.  I fall asleep for a few minutes…awakened by the boys coming up on the dinghy asking if there’s enough food for a couple more.  There’s always plenty to eat aboard my boats.  We welcome their guests aboard and drink a bit of wine, and swap stories of fun and frolicking.  At the end of the evening, I invite our guests to sleep aboard with us.  the boys give up their bunks in trade for sleeping in the cockpit under the canopy of stars… 

We awake to the smell of bacon and eggs and most of the crew is hung over from too much wine.  I chat with Michelle who is not the world’s best cook, yet she’s trying really hard to be active and pull her weight of work needed to feel like a real crew member.  I wake a few of the boys up with cold water and they’re not pleased until I tell them I’ve got Arkansas style bacon waiting for them…we’re all bright-eyed and ready for our sail back. 

On the way from deep in the BVI, gentle and soft rain break through soft grey clouds…the motor is off, only the wind whistling through the rigging is overhead…we’re all really happy to have such a feeling of community at this moment…yet, in my bunk last night, I fell asleep thinking how good tonight really is…

I’m thankful for all of my amazing moments…yet I’m so excited for the moments to come…  I’m child-like about the adventure which unfolds… my mind is full of blessings this morning…  I started writing this post feeling like i was a little tired and I needed a bit of a recharge…throught this post you can feel me coming back to life…  in the end, I’m rested, my belly is comfy, and I’m lucky enough to try to relive these moments over and over… 

Debauchery is terrific, but sometimes, it’s good just to be the guy who captains such a calm time that you can’t define it as an adventure, you define it as a magic moment…like the last time you placed your head on the chest of the person you love, and fell asleep…

T.

I’ve made a lot of progress towards this year’s resolutions. It’s nearly a month ago I placed this years goals into a pile and wrote down 60 things, prioritized them, then chose 15 high priority items and drew 15 more to add to my pile.

30 Things to resolve myself upon and make happen…. Sounds easy doesn’t it?

Nutrition: I’m failing a bit on nutrition… I know I’m weak to the way of trying recipes from the food network. I wrote a high priority resolution touching on this only to find that instead of sticking to my guns, I’m eating bad things….filled with cream cheese, sugar, and a mix of tropical fruits… So I’ve started to track my meals through an online food diary… Sucker…I know… why call myself a sucker? I would call others that when I saw them use it… “Sucker”. Since I’ve started to use the online diary, it’s working…stronger….feels better when I’m working out….easier to sleep.

Happiness:  A breakthrough resolution for me is that I’m really happy. And I know I’ve heard all the “sayings” about other people making you happy versus yourself…and honestly, I’ve made myself happy opening a world of options and cutting the dead weight out of my life. Happy? Yes… the options? Too good to admit here…and I’m stingy… not one of you knows the entire story here…not one…

Business:  I’m a tour-de-force,  always reaching and branching out while grabbing for a little more just out of my reach.  After 2 years of struggling with construction costs and set-backs, I’ve overcome them all to feel like I’m moved the mountain standing in between me and success.  While the world still seems to be imploding financially, I am lucky that i move quickly on the items that catch my eye. 

Kiteboarding:  Success but I fall and sometimes it hurts…and I get right back on my board, wait for the wind to mount my kite, and I’m flying….I’m really flying… older than 40 and kicking ass all the way…suck it couch potatoes…

Quality of life: It’s always improving and now that I’ve got a new set of interests within my grasp, I have to say, I’m more focused on fun, sun, and living right. 

Travel:  Pretty successful….Most of you know, I had a whirlwind travel schedule that I was able to fit within 3 1/2 weeks crisscrossing all the destinations that I wanted to hit except for NYC and Montreal.  Tulsa, Dallas, New Orleans, Kansas City, Vegas and that was stage one out of my three sets of planned trips.  I don’t really count trips to surrounding islands as trips, I know I should, but it’s an easy sail or a 15 minute flight to wherever from here.  My next two big trips are under wraps…  they’ll top all of my last few trips combined…

Drinking : Rarely drink now instead of drinking like a fish constantly.  Sure it calms the party a bit, but then again, I can remember everything that happened….before I had to wake up wondering who I should apologize to for things I didn’t remember I did…

Relationships:  I’ve improved the most here.  I cut people who shouldn’t enjoy portions of my life loose, and I bring others closer who bring me to the path of light.  I’ve scaled the wild child back just a bit taking my time to allow fun to come at it own pace instead of driving it into some frenzy of fun that sometimes gets me and my amazing entourage in trouble.  I guard my friends closely, I keep people I care about under a watchful eye.  I have come to terms with every relationship I have dealt with in some form or another to give permanent closure or options to keep the path open except for one. 

Fitness:  umm… well umm…  I’m working back up to my normal 8 miles a day, but I’m keeping it at around 3-5 miles a day…so um…shoosh…

Sure, sure, there are other areas….but this post is more than enough of an update….now back to work!  Wonder why I haven’t heard about any other people taking the time to have resolutions this year?  Hmmm…..everyone else must be comfortable in their life…  I’m only comfortable in my skin…

T.