50 miles to....

Me and some friends (and boy scouts) went on an epic journey into the wild wearing nothing but massive backpacks full of every convenience we could manage to carry - mine was 60 lbs. Still, we manage to rough it for the most part and have a great time doing it. Nothing says city slicker like a dude dressed out in all new gear from all the top manufacturers with nearly a scratch on them - that's ME! Anyways, we hiked up and up and up, summit-ed Red Mountain (12000 ft elevation) and camped at some beautiful snow melt lakes. All in all, besides the physical challenge, it was a great trip - more mentally challenging than I imagined. While huffing and puffing up the mountain, you have a lot of things to think about - none of which revolve around the freeze dried meal in a bag chillin in the bottom of my pack. While trying not to think about milk shakes and french fries, I think I resolved to be a better husband, father and orthodontist. Sounds simple enough - work harder in all the aspects of my life that matters. (Note: notice I did not say work on my six pack.) So, how do I do such a thing? Good question. I'm not sure, but I'm at least resolved to work hard, and if there is anything that I'm good at, it's working hard. I can be stubborn, selfish, and hard headed sometimes, but my wife does an excellent job of training me - unfortunately my breed is thick headed. It will happen, it just may take the rest of my life, which I'm OK with - I just have to believe that my perfect physique will happen as I work hard on being a Dad. Here goes everything.

Ch-ch-changes.

Me and my significant other have been discussing amiably what is wrong with us. We tend to get bogged down in the everyday and never truly appreciate the important things in our lives. We have a lot going for us, but we seldom slow down to enjoy it. Recent tragedy has struck within our circle and it has us thinking about what we are doing, like right now, like this second. We came to the conclusion we are existing but not living. Parallel lives without intertwining, without meaning.
Living life to the fullest - the mother of all cliches. Live, laugh, love, barf. See I'm doing it again. Cynical to death, unable to appreciate the simple truths because they are sticking to someone's wall in vinyl lettering. How did I become so darned cynical and how do I stop? My Mom always told me 'where there's a will there's a way.' I hope I find my way before I miss out on another opportunity to live, laugh, or love.