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  I was going to write something else, but this became more warranted given it has been a few weeks… One of the biggest problems that I have is routine. I hate routine. I think that routine is the devil. As a kid I found that it was something that made it easier for my parents to know where I was so that they could make me do the chores that I didn't want to do and that they were fully capable of doing themselves. As I got older, it turned into a feeling of keeping it frosty so that the "Man" could not find you ( naive wasn't I ). Then in young adulthood, I hated routine just simply because I could never know what was going to happen, and I should just go with the flow of the day and let things happen as they may. And as I continue my long journey toward old age, I find that the more and more I am taxed with chores and work and honey-do's and events and appointments that a routine is rearing its ugly head again in my life. Simply put, it is as if I am the da...

"Judge not ye by the depth of their pockets, but by the size of their heart. " This was a thought that came to me out of the blue as I was washing dishes. I was thinking about the selfless acts of an older gentleman today who was out with his family. Without a second thought, he paid for my breakfast, and gave the 3 year old boy who came in with his mom after us a 5 dollar bill. It was awe-inspiring. Why was it awe-inspiring? He was just a nice guy right? Allow me to paint the picture first. You walk into a small diner type restaurant, looking for a breakfast feast. It's a sit-yourself-and-we-will-serve-you type of place, where the Misses walks around and hands out the menus and greets the guests, while the Mister handles business in the kitchen, crafting the orders of the customers as a young but skillful cook would. You scan the joint, taking in all the wonderful smells meant to make you stay hungry, only seeing 4 other people sitting together at the largest o...

I debated starting this blog for quite some time. "What good will this blog do?" "What should this blog contain?" "Will I have the time to blog anything?" "Maybe I should do like everyone else and vlog on YouTube instead of blog." Then I would say, "Maybe tomorrow. When I have more time." But today, I had a thought. What was that thought you ask? Well, that thought was a prayer. A prayer to ask the Big Guy Upstairs to just guide me. If there was a way to create more time, show me. If there was a step that I needed to take toward becoming my own boss, don't let me miss it. If there was a way to be the pebble that drops into the stillness of an ocean on one end, and create a tsunami on the other side, help me see the steps. And that is how this started. Now, let me be clear. First of all, I am no professional blogger, so I expect that this will start off like most things in life and be a little rough around the edges. As...