A dog, a cat, a man, a motorcycle, good education, lovely weather, a job.

Life is good.

I came across a journal entry from when I was in my early 20’s. A friend asked me what I thought “grown up” is. I wrote that my reply was “no matter what you do grown-up is when you actually do the things you are going to do (art projects etc.), when you can care for yourself financially. I guess it’s when you push to realize your dreams.”

Apparently I was on an airplane when I was writing this, because the next line is, “once again folks, be sure you have your seat-belts fastened; we will be going very, very fast.”

and then I wrote about my love of the south west. “one of these days I will get back there,” I wrote. And here I am. And it is as lovely as I remembered it. I must be grown up; I am responsible, I do the things I say I’m going to do and I’m in the process of realizing some dreams and it is exciting.

ah, hard to change my theme since this stupid OS still won’t let me see images.

that’s okay.
I’m going to install something more useful soon.