I begin the post writing process by uploading photos from my camera and then spend some time editing them.  Next, I load a select few into the post and review them before writing.  As I look through the photos from this past weekend, I don’t know if I will be able to find the right words to describe it.  It wasn’t one of any particular occasion, only to be with my friends and family. I do know that these photos, collectively, helped direct me into something bigger than a 300 word pumpkin recipe that I could have written instead.


While riding the train home Monday night, I sat in bewilderment as I realized something. I practically felt the milestone falling with a heavy thud at my feet.  For once, the puzzle pieces have been found, and my wheels are on the right track.  I am genuinely happy in every aspect of my life. The mile to this stone wasn’t really an easy one, but I wouldn’t have taken a better paved one if I had the chance. I wasn’t sure what to be more shocked about: the fact that I was shocked to be that happy, or that I was just happy.  

I didn’t really intend to write a retro MySpace profile here, but I wanted to acknowledge this lightbulb. Thanks for reading along as I fumbled my way forward in the dark room to find the light switch.