Hello again.

Well it's time for my semi-annual post. Things have changed. I've found myself single again. I don't know that it's an improvement. It just is, its just something that had to happen. But that leaves me at a new beginning.

Beginnings. That seems to imply the start of something doesn't it. Yet, I've no plans. No goals. I always felt that my dreams held me back a little kept me from plugging in and making a life of what was in front of me. And so without them, I should be plugging in and digging in. I've never cared so little about the world around me. Never been so unmotivated.

My bucket list. Completely empty. I've talked to others who feel the same. I think it's an epidemic. I have thought it would be a great book if someone were to write what to do when your bucket is empty. Maybe I'll write it. I'll call it: "Somebody kicked my bucket and I'm still here, what to do when your bucket is empty." Now I just need to figure out what to write, and then i suppose I should figure out how to write.

I have thought about it, being in it of course it's fresh on my mind...all the time. I think about the only thing you can really do is to start moving. Without goals and direction I think maybe you just create the motions and hope something takes.