Measures
I guess sometimes you figure that most things are fine in your life. I think that alot until the stupid netowrk pages give me a glimpse at the life of others and in the yard stick of life I doubt whether I should be where I am at or even if where I am at is very far to begin with. I figure the yardstick is the problem. The college-always asking brain questions the measures, the methods and, heck, the material of the yard. Asking myself that this morning has me feeling a lil better and excited to embrace the chaos and uncertainty of the path I'm not starting to blaze, but that I've been blazing since the first breath I've taken.