For many years I have considered myself someone with a lot, but stuck for a little bit more. A typical job that pays much but excites little. An uncomplicated, unburdened, and yet somehow uninspiring past. A passionate but deeply imperfect husband. A loving but frequently inept parent. A sincere but often wavering faith. A genuine but too-often unavailable friend. A growing man who isn't grown up at all.
Be it time, money, energy, faith, passion, patience, politics, interests, or battery life. A blog about who I am with a little bit left.
As always with things deep in the heart, mind or spirit; what I write cannot belong to, be gentle with or understood by everyone at all times. Sometimes random and stupid, sometimes thoughtful and introspective, sometimes angry and confronting, sometimes simply scratching the surface and just leaving it scored. Sometimes stubborn and straight up complicated. This blog is not a space for everyone but remains a place for my little bit left.