As with many things I do in life I'm never quite certain where it will end up. A vision a plan a thought a whim starts the roll of the activity. Writing, drawing, take a photo, plan a journey and more. Each done with a sense of fun and excitement.

 Take the next steps and I either move toward the finish or stumble into another world. Could be a jaunt to another more exciting distraction as if I had the attention span of spud the dog. Could be the distracting reality of the world that shoves back in my face the need for food, shelter for myself and family. This distraction is so disconcerting as to at times drive me a little loopy. Yet in recent years I've crave the food like the fat man that its made of me and dropped into a shelter that can host numerous families in a poorer area but would not even warrant a second glance in a middle class life.

 What's this have to do with Smith Christmas. nothing yet. Still knowing my style I can write until I find the connections. connections that make more sense than ever the original intent of this portion of z.mysite.

 Not now though as I've spent the few seconds of life being introspective and moving to the fun exciting path that does not pay bills. Reality slaps me again and says go back to the gray cubicle forest of self imposed dependency on...on what. I hesitate to even describe a world that is both right and wrong. A world I embrace and shun. A world that leaves little happiness but staves off complete sadness. A paper thin enviroment that goes away from the horrible butchering of the most powerful and bring the silent killers of the settled masses. Ahhh, but the balance is a little off in both extremes.