Lost? Sounds good.

I'm going to work on finding myself...by loosing myself.

There's something about planning for an adventure that keeps a mind from melting. The mundane nature of a "time clock" lifestyle all but scares the shit of me. Maybe it's the atheist inside, or maybe its that I've got so much catching up to do.

I'm not exactly Dick Proenneke, but I get it. Capitalism breeds a kind of false contentment that feeds a hidden depression. Society is really good at grabbing our attention. My own list of distractions continue to grow.

"Average" is a synonym for "distracted". The most interesting people I've met understand that.

So here I go, looking to write a life story worthy of a read.

I better pick up the pace a bit...