Standing at the top of a mountain, twenty five years tall, looking back on the past and ahead to the next peak. Today is as good as any to start this blog. It is something I've tried to do for a while in countless lost journals packed up in boxes through pages yellowed with age. Its something I need to do. The realization that twenty five years of my life have gone by that exist only in my own memory and the memories of those that shared it with me. Those that know me know this is an area of concern; I'm lucky to remember where I put my keys last night, much less whatever else happened yesterday. That being said, writing gives me a chance to reflect and release, a way to learn from my own mistakes. The memories I have are ones hat I'll cherish always, but I can't count on my own memory forever. I've seen too much loss in old age to believe that. I love sitting around listening to my grandfather's stories, and I want to be able to do the same when I'm his age. This blog is an attempt to make that possible. Life is a target rich environment; too quick and too full of lessons to go undocumented, so I'll write what I can when I can, and reflect on the past when I get the opportunity. It was a hard decision to put this out in the open, but maybe my words and experiences will help someone along, or make someone smile on a bad day, laugh on a better one. So here it goes.
" Life is like the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of the buffalo in winter. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset"
I come from a long blood line of stubbornness and pride, raised to stand up for what I believe, and never give in without a fight. I've always been a little bit country, Lord know that'll never change. In my eyes there are three things that matter most; my spirituality, my family, and my friends. My Country and my truck are close behind. Mess with any of them and you've gotten in a fight you won't win.