I am king...

It's hard to write something meaningful when you feel like you have to. Sometimes I even put so much pressure on myself that I think it might be easier if I stop altogether. It would be easier for sure. But I think I found, albeit far later than most, that the important moments in my life that would even be worth writing about, are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave. My story it seems will be measured by these.