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I was going to tweet this, but couldn’t figure out a clever way to write this in 140 characters, so sorry internetz.  Deal with it.

Anyway, I had this terrible dream this morning where I was stuck in a North Korean prison camp breaking rocks.  The funny thing was that I was damn good at it.  I remember that I was breaking rocks and taking names but, as most rock-breakers will agree, the job sucked balls and I hated it.

After my rock breaking session was over, it was suddenly Christmas and a prison-mate gave me a PS3 as a gift. The funny thing was that he didn’t give me a TV to go with the PS3 (or a game to play for that matter), but as I held the PS3 controller in my hand, I had this profound sense of sadness because I wanted so badly to be away from the prison and back home with my wife, hanging out and playing video games with her next to me.

I immediately woke up from the dream at that point, rolled over to my wife who was sleeping soundly next to me and hugged her, incredibly happy that it was just a dream.  I couldn’t sleep after that so I got up, took a shower, and made her breakfast… and then my wife staggered out like a zombie, bleary eyed in all her morning glory, complaining that I stunk up the whole apartment with my cooking.

*sigh*…

In any case, I still love her and boy am I glad I don’t break rocks for a living

Albert Einstein is reported to have said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. By this definition, the drug war is insane. We are no safer, and we are certainly less free because of concerted efforts to wage war on drugs. It’s time to stop the insanity and end prohibition.

I don’t usually link to articles, but I saw this one on Reddit this morning and had to read it.  Take a few minutes and educate yourself.  It’s time to end the drug war.

I have this annoying habit of learning things about myself on more than one occasion and true to form, this next moment of self-realization I’m going to share is one that I’ve had several times over: when it comes to working out, I’m such a b!#@h.
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The hope of potential is incredibly deceptive.  Don’t get me wrong, it can be an incredible catalyst for positive change in your life, but when you’re young, no one tells you that you have to do something with that potential.  If you’re not careful you can become a type of Narcissus who gazed at his reflection admiring his own beauty until he died.  In the same way, potential that could lead to success instead devolves into broken dreams when we’re too in love with the idea of who we could be instead of focused on actually becoming that person.

So here’s my challenge for today: Don’t just think about who you’d like to be.  Instead, BE that person.

There are days when I feel like I have the male version of PMS.  Actually, I take that back.  It’s not just me who thinks this because my wife swears that I have this strange once-a-month funk I get into where I get all mopey and lethargic, unwilling to do anything not because I don’t have any energy, but just because.

The funny thing is that although that time of the month isn’t actually due for another week or two, I think it came early this month.  Today was a rather mopey day and although I have been able to hide it better than usual (my wife didn’t notice, thank God), my inferiority complex kicked into overdrive and I spent a good portion of the day assessing my life and wondering if it all amounted to anything significant.

I don’t have anything significant to write tonight other than this except to say that when I do get into funks like this, I appreciate having my wife in my life so much more.  She is my rock.  She centers me and encourages me more than anybody else has in my entire life and I realize how lucky I truly am to call her my wife.

And then, like magic, the funk is gone and my PMS disappears as silently it arrived.