Here I am sitting before you with the style of a hipster and the gall not to care about how I act. I’m getting started on something big that began almost five years ago. In a few days it will be the anniversary of the time it took me to get to where I am now. And as I look back upon the years I’m somehow dumbfounded to what little progress I’ve made, and the leaps and bounds I created.

My career has been in neutral, but my job is everything I’ve wanted... in the meantime. My situation is happily overwhelming, but at the same time it drags me down. I couldn’t tell you the last time I wrote a song to a girl, but what I seek can’t be acknowledged from the lyrics other great men or women have wrote.

I come to you now in disillusion and with a great sense of confusion but I know that this is meant to be because I’m sharing it all with you.

Now I face the prime commitment, and I’m not sure what to do from here. Am I merely holding on to the past, and am I afraid of what the future might hold? (If I could just get off my ass to make it happen) I can’t seem to figure it out tonight, and for the life of me I may need some more time because this is all I’ve got to lead me into the unknown and the unseen. Wish me luck.