I signed up for another run on the Gauley River in October 2014. This will be my third running of this river and I'm pumped!

This is relative to my Quality of life thread. The times I feel most connected to life is when it is the greatest at risk. I have done some very bold, and stupid things and it was the most fun I've ever had. If QOL is connected to fun, this is something I have to consider.

When my daughter was born, I cut that part off. It wasn't a hard decision....

I do know why I was aggravated yesterday. I have been putting off a topic that has been frustrating me. I don't even know how to express it in a way that is something coherent! It's one of those topics where I can stand on both sides and make powerful arguments equally. It cuts deep and makes me feel uncomfortable.

My dad was talking with me recently, on a day where I was having a tough time getting through it. He questioned my ability or inability to recognize that I need...

Today is a fighting day. I don't know why. Nothing that I can think of has triggered these feelings.

I feel edgy, short fused, aggravated, tense. But I am sitting here writing a blog. I want to go looking for that other guy. The other guy who has a chip on his shoulder. Scowl on his face, ready to smash the world, looking for an opportunity. I want to run into him today. He's bigger than I am and it will leave me hurt and broken, regardless who bests the other. All I do know...

Eventually, I am going to have to go back out and meet someone new to share my life with. I know I don't need another person in order to make me complete, but I also know that I thrive when I am sharing with someone special to me.

As pretentious as this sounds, I am a great catch. I am just good enough looking, just intelligent enough, just kind enough, just humorous enough, and several other qualities that I may not be the best! but combined, give me the confidence to know that...

Sometimes when we are out living our life, we run into someone or something that brings back a memory or emotion that seemed to be in a forgotten place. Maybe it's someone you went to grade school with, and you run into them at the super market. Maybe you pass back through a town and suddenly realize you had more experiences there, than you realized. The memories become more visceral and tangent. The randomness, as well, is intriguing. Why that memory, or that experience, or that person? Does...