Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation.

I saw a baby take its first steps yesterday at work, the parents were there too, just the four of us. It was pretty great, it made me smile. Not one of those "just being nice" smiles, a genuine one.

Hot and cold, no in between. Top of the world one minute, six feet under the next. This is how it goes, obscurity clouds me consistantly. It's ok, I know it'll all work out. I just have to stop and say 'hmmm' sometimes. I keep reality in my back pocket to remind me that my head might be in the clouds but my feet are definatly planted on the ground.