I'm a dreamer. An idealist. Despite many disappointments, I remain convinced that it (where it = the life I pictured for myself when I was but a boy) exists, and that one day I'll find it. 

My idealism, ironically, is often hampered by cynicism and doubt and I'm certain this is why the ideal and the real have yet to mesh perfectly in a consistent way.

I question almost everything I do. Not always in a way that suggests a mistake, merely as an opportunity to reflect, and recognize what I'm doing well and, more importantly, what I might do better. 

I'm working hard, lately, to forget everything I just said and be content. Right here. Right now. In this very spot, this very moment, as I am. Seems to be enough for my boys and my lovely wife...perchance it's time to let well enough alone.