My dreams have been elusive lately. At best, I’ll have flashes of recollection. A cart of watermelons… a Dalmatian in the street. Nothing meaningful or inspiring.

Work is finally coming to an end. Nine years of fruitlessly striving toward a moving destination… so much learned, such great connections formed… I try to focus on the positives, in hopes of overshadowing a lingering sense of regret and self pity.

I accidentally sliced through my fingernail today, while attempting to cut open a rock-hard lime, and then inhaled a morsel of lunch into my windpipe. Two lessons in mindfulness, perhaps?

I plan on writing more often – hopefully my technicolor dreams will return, full of promise about the road ahead.

Mother Mother = awesome music.