Rex and I had a conversation about change earlier this night. Cliche as it might be to do so, the onset of a new year really is a great time to take inventory with yourself. I'm prone to day dreaming, and so, I find myself usually wondering what great or terrible thing will happen in the new year to turn my life on its side and spill everything out, leaving me to once again re-tool and re-tile what I thought I'd already locked up. With as much ass as my life may kick right now, I can't (shouldn't) allow myself to lose the sometimes biting realities that led me to recognize and appreciate the very comfortable spot I'm in today. And to hope for a few more of them.

A hopeful song. Happy 08.

The Beach Boys - That's Not Me