I did ten toe-touches today. My Grandpa used to say that if you did a hundred toe-touches each day, you'd be in the best shape of your life. I guess it's a start.
Live, hope, create...what does it mean, really? Well, just what it says I guess. Hugely optimistic, I suppose, but ultimately the essence of my being. Deep, I know.
Why am I writing a blog? Well, I thought I knew the answer, but now I'm not so sure. Maybe I'm pretentious. Maybe I need therapy without the therapist and office and pictures of waterfalls. Maybe I'm bored. Maybe I just want to write again and this is the easiest way to kick myself into gear. Maybe someone out there can relate to something I say. Maybe I can change the world.