Feeling good about where I'm headed (an excerpt from a private journal entry I wrote tonight)

I honestly have no idea what the future holds. Who does? Nobody. We can try to aim ourselves, but ultimately the wind can kick in and we'll end up where God or fate or complete randomness wants us (whatever you believe). All you can do is your best... and that's exactly what I'm doing.

Connected to the past, but steadily moving into the future

Drive—a poem previously published on the now defunct online literary journal, andwerve