As I have stumbled in and out of the reality that is life, I have come to the conclusion that I'm OK, but most of you suck.
My boat started out like every other boat. It had a shiny new paint job, a powerful engine and a lot of bling. After being at sea for over half a century, with little maintenance it has become a big boat with Captain Chaos at the helm. I'm down to rowing with little oars. I'm still rowing with all I have because I just plain out refuse to jump ship.
The salt water of life has taken it's toll on my boat. There is rust showing everywhere. It has massive dents from hitting icebergs. Still, I take my little oars and set sail every morning as if nothing could go wrong.
If you read this blog for very long, you will soon figure out that things just go wrong. I get lost at sea and the very best GPS in the world can't help me navigate myself to calmer seas.
If you get sea sick, this is not the blog for you to read. You really should, just move on and forget you ever stumbled into my little corner of the ocean.