Just plain out of words. 

I've got nothing. 

No matter...

No matter how good or bad you think life is... 

wake up each day and be thankful for life. 

Someone somewhere else is fighting to survive. 

Some days...

Some days I want to be:

A Lawyer....

A Journalist....

An Entrepreneur...

An Opportunist....

An Agronomist.....

A Novelist....

An Adventurer...

An Internet Phenom...

A News Reporter....

A Salesman...

Some days I don't want to be any of those things. 

Some days I want zero expectations, zero obligations. 

Some days I want to lay in bed from sun up to sun down, 

and not a soul has a reason to bother me. 

Some days, I feel I dream too big for my britches. 

Most days, I feel that way. 

I was asked tonight, what do I want to be doing in ten years? Answer that, and you know what course to take now. 

I find fault in that logic. I don't know what I want to do tomorrow, or next week, or next month.