Despite all of the things that I run around doing, when strangers ask me what I do, I always feel like saying, "nothing."

Something is missing -- you know, the light at the end of whatever tunnel I'm sliding through. I can almost see it, but it's not yet defined enough for me to describe. And all around me, others are lost as well. I envy those of you who can see the light.

Yeah, I know. The grass is always greener...

Perhaps when I can sit down and relax -- and actually enjoy the relaxation, I'll know that I have "found" it.