Ever feel like your life is just balancing on the edge of a knife, while you stand there yodeling in a gale? It seems like I spend a majority of my days just waiting. Waiting for a customer, waiting for a new job lead, waiting for money. waiting, waiting waiting. A quote I read once said "There are two stages to life. One is waiting for Santa Claus. Once you figure out that there's no Sanat, it leads to the second stage. Waiting to die." A statistic I read says that we spend up to 20 years of our lives waiting in line.

Perhaps this is a sign that instead of acting, I react. I wait for things to happen to me, instead of causing them to happen by my own actions. Perhaps, if I were to grab the bull by the testicles, I could stop complaining about how crap my life has turned out, and be truly happy.

Or I could be eaten by a pack of rabid marmosets.