Everyone Should Be So Lucky

A gentle rain is falling and I'm feeling morose. The two don't have anything to do with one another; I have always enjoyed the rain. But here I sit at the dining room table, Christy asleep in the bedroom, the sound of rain trickling from the gutters, and, yes, what I feel can best be described as morose.

It's not unusual. Lately, especially. Thoughts creep into my mind. Thoughts about the big picture. Thoughts about the effect I have on the world. Thoughts about how I can be a part of something big. Thoughts of how I long to be part of something big. Something meaningful.

Sometimes, when I get this feeling, I feel like I'm just going about my daily business, I'm just doing enough to get by. I begin to feel discontent.

I want to create something that effects the world. I want to write the Great American Novel. I want to compose beautiful music. I want to start my own business. I want to be a father.

But then my mind comes back to my home, my beautiful wife. I have created something that effects the world. Our love--through all of our daily relationships with family, friends, acquaintances and even strangers--makes the world a better place. Every day.

I cannot take my marriage for granted. I am blessed and I must not forget that. I must not overlook all that I have. Everyone should be so lucky.

Vote Republican?

I thought my days of voting Republican were long gone, but GlassBooth.org tells me my political views are 67% similar to John McCain, compared to 59% Clinton and 57% Obama. I was actually strangely drawn to Mike Huckabee--don't ask, I don't know why--but he is apparently only 55% similar to me. But I'm independent, so my vote won't matter.

Oh, I'm not ignoring the fact that I've been, well, ignoring this blog for a longish long time. Life happens. Sometimes blogging doesn't.