Am Struggling

Hello me.

 

I am talking to myself as I know that only I read this blog and since it’s been so long that I’ve written myself I feel it’s time we got re-acquanted.  I am now back in a corporate routine with the ever feeling of not enough effort given for my pay, the responsibility of time as an order above result and the burden of other people’s success.  But mostly I am a suburban man who is responsible for all those things that make suburbans purr and soccer cleats tramp amongst the grass.

 

A friend of mine recently said that he observed early on that to be a good parent and husband took a lot of work so he never became one.  He is right but he is missing out on some of the niceties of life, love to come home for, and hope for the future. 

 

Tonight I am struck with the sense that I miss the water and have toyed with the idea that I need to part ways with my boat, a difficult disparagy to say the least.  Such as life is there are time to plan for the future and times to grasp on to the present.  This is of the first order.  I have a dream to leave this area with a little money in my hand and a boat under my feat to find new lands and explore new lives but this is not without planning, planning that happens now and sacrifice that must be endured.