For the Love of...

If I entitled this post "Rant and Rave," one might think that it was of a political nature due to the hostility in the political spectrum. However this "Rant" is of a more personal nature. Introspective almost. At the grand old age of 42 it should be expected that an individual might have reached some sort of pinnacle of distinction. Arrived. Succeeded. However I find myself quite where I was ten years ago. Some of the surroundings are different, maybe slightly improved; the children have grown, taller, if not also minutely more mature; and lest I neglect to say, I have become thinner albeit grayer.

But why is it after 42 years I still struggle with the most ridiculous issues. For starters, my mouth. Maybe I should have it removed. Not only would my dietary consumption be reduced-drastically-but no longer would I catch myself mid-sentence desperately trying to change course from the direction I have begun.

Secondly, my temper. It is connected to my mouth. I'm not sure which is the bigger of the problems, nor am I sure which is the instigator. My mouth leads to debate, thus leading to frustration (from all parties I am sure) and then anger joins the fray. But often anger arrises first, only to have my mouth jump on the bandwagon. It truly is a vicious cycle.

For now, I press on. What else can I do? If these were the only two struggles I had, life would be quite peachy, but they are only part of the picture. Life is a challenge. From the big things to the small.

Done ranting. Time to drink coffee, think happy thoughts, love the family and say nice things. See, there is improvement already!