You ever get one of those time that you step away from your blog for a few days (ok a cou­ple weeks for me) and it seems that you need to go through the steps to clean up your drafts, fin­ish your writ­ing, and then you may feel com­plete?  I’m hav­ing one of those days.

I’ve logged in and took out of drafted and posted all my life caching items, I’m start­ingto go throguh my other drafts and just feel­ing a lit­tle bit over­whelmed.   I have things in all sorts of dif­fer­ent stages of draft form.  An arti­cle about my pater­nal grand­fa­ther is about 30% done.   A draft on my first day of work with syman­tec is about 10%.    I have a var­ied things to fin­ish via life notes.   I have pic­tures I still need to scan from photo albums.

Arrrrggggg.

Then you have all the things out­side of the blog and this writ­ing that causes has­sles.  I have house issues I need to worry about, pet issues, rela­tion­ships issues, my lap­top was crashed thanks to an auto­matic Hardy Heron update (fixed after 3 days of fig­ur­ing it out myself thank you), com­mu­nity band, Gnome Con­duit doc­u­men­ta­tion I need to fin­ish, and work related projects.   We’ll say that’s just a start — but geeze my life seems to be a whirl­wind some­times that doesn’t stop.

And then we’re back to the blog.   I’m actu­ally bad.  I need to look and write on the blog more often.  It relaxes me.  It actu­ally com­pletesme in a Jerry Macguiresque way.  Get­ting more seri­ouswrit­ing on my blog gives me the true ful­fill­ment in my life that only two other things give me cur­rently.   My wife, she is my sta­bil­ity, my rock, the one that inspires to be bet­ter then I am.  She has a higher view point of me then I do myself.   Even though I think she is wrong, I know her beliefs in my skills is not false from her point of view, just false from my belief in real­ity.   I love her deeply and com­pel­tely.   The last thing that fin­ishes off my triage of life and com­pletes me is play­ing music in the two com­mu­nity bands I am a mem­ber of.

These are the three things that I attempt to focus on — to get out of draft — because it calms and cen­ters me.  I hope the three of them are never finished.

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