So with one weekend down

Several billion more to go. I am learning some very interesting things and feel good about everything that I am doing right now. It just feels right. You know how you can second guess all your choices and always wonder if what you did in the past is the right thing? Well that all stopped for me yesterday, I know I am doing the right things and I am where I am supposed to be and who I am supposed to be with and have all the things I am supposed to have. I am who I am supposed to be. For a very long time I have always felt uncomfortable in my own skin. Sure I may have not shown it but yesterday I felt like I was finally me. I don't know what it was because I didn't do anything really different I worked, then did a tech call after work and then came home and hung out with my wife for the night. Nothing out of the the ordinary just me being me... So I don't know why I felt better about it. But then again my thoughts and processes are odd to begin with so maybe I am just finally figuring out how I think... who knows...

My writing is suffering though, I have not put finger to keyboard in a creative sense for some time now... I miss it. I will have to make more time for it some where... Now just because I haven't written anything doesn't mean I am not still building the story in my head... kind of like high school when I would write a whole essay the night before... how long does it take to type out 300-400 pages? 48 hours? I should get to it if I am going to make my time line... sigh the bane of my existence is procrastination