The greatest thing in the blogging world is not the comment on your most recent post. It is that comment on a forgotten thought that was written so many nights ago it has been buried beneath your blog.

And then a comment comes.

It awakens that thought once more. That day… the surrounding days. The thoughts and feelings of that moment that moved you to post those words. That’s the connection blogging provides not just to the reader, but to the writer as well. It’s powerful and it is awesome.

It is blogging.





Sometimes it feels like life is different stages of being tired. As a kid I thought I knew what “exhausted was” and doing multiple soccer camps in a row is exhausting. But that word doesn’t meet the definition I met when I was in basic training and it doesn’t match the new meaning of the word as a father of kids that works a regular job.

This week has been rough. This month has been rough and work is causing me to redefine exhausted once more. I’m tired, but not sleepy.

I ignore people I shouldn’t for those I should.

Don’t have time to blog.

Haven’t written a single page on any of my drafts.

And someone ate the last snickers ice cream bar. I think it was Gary.

Sounds like being an adult and having an adult life. It fucking blows.