On the off chance that anyone still reads this thing (I highly doubt it, but I was restless).

I'm so sorry I haven't posted since...oh...the first of the year...

But excuses range from "my life was really busy" to "I've just not wanted to deal with anything." And they're all really valid and very good. I promise. :)

I'm in a quandry, actually. I feel like I'm in a constant flux. And just as everyone else feels at times (surely I'm not the only one), I have good days, and I have bad days. Right about now, they're running fairly equal; which is a bit of an improvement.

I've been contemplating life again and what it means and what I want out of it. The stinker is I'm still not sure. I'm almost 34, and I'm still not sure. The adventurer in me wants to sell everything and move to Ireland. Why Ireland? I dunno. Maybe it's because I'm listening to an Irish podcast at the moment.

But while I try really hard to calm down the part of me that wants to turn tail and run, I am really seeking the Lord on this one. Because there's something I'm not getting and really wish it would sink in.