These days I often find myself thinking about my life. Where I've been, How I got here and ( I guess the only next logical thing) where am I going? The more that these thoughts pass through my head, the more confused I seem to get. I hope that one memory or lesson learned might give the answer for a new question/problem I might have but I have yet to have that happen.

I have been talking more, getting more involved, meeting new people and just, in general, attempting to leave my hermit hole that I has managed to keep me 'safe' 'till now. I have to say, for the most part, it has been good for me. The more that it happens, the more I think to myself, 'Why the hell have I waited so damn long!?'.

Could it be, as they say, everything happens in due time? Could it be that up until now I just haven't been ready or maybe it just took the current state of things in my life to shake me around and get me moving.

Another thing is, why am I always looking for answers? Why am I finding it so difficult to just accept things as they are and 'keep moving'? In talking to various people these days, I am often asked (or told) that. Why are you questioning it? So and so is not going to change. The situation is not going to be any different.

I thought it's a good thing to question things in life. Could it be that there is a fine line between questioning and obsessing?