Am I coming or going?

I dunno.

I feel discombobulated. I sure hope that is a real word. You know what I mean.

How does one find balance? How does one find peace of mind?

How does one find more chocolate? :>)

I wish I could put equal time into everything I am passionate about but it just isn't gonna happen. I envy those who can put all their time and energy into one magnificent thing but what a toll that must take on everything else. I knew a fellow once who sat down and wrote a novel in less than a month. He took potty breaks and did eat...and did sleep. But other than that...all he did was write. Of course he didn't have a job and lived with his parents so...this was all possible due to his lack of obligations and responsibilities.

Wonder how long it would take me to write a book? A decade? Okay two decades...a decade to begin and then a decade to write it.

What is your passion and do you have enough time to pursue it?

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Speaking of writing...

Had an interesting conversation with a fellow MSer while sitting in a waiting room:

I saw the man while I was in my general practitioner's waiting room. He sat two seats away from me staring off into space. Situated in the space before him was a walker. He looked fifty-ish at most. I didn't think age had anything to do with his condition and I guessed right off that he probably had Multiple Sclerosis. The silence was broken when he said out loud, "I like my doctor. Do you have doctor "X"?" When I replied that I did, we began to compare notes. I then asked if he had MS. When he said yes I responded with a "me too." At that he said a startling thing: "I hate seeing people who are still walking around and have MS."

You can find the rest of this article right here on Stuart's blog.

I also wrote about the process of telling others about my MS: "In what could have been a classic biblical scene, I pointed my finger at God and cursed both God and his decision to give me this disease. I did my cursing on the phone with one of my close relatives. Upon hearing my angry rant, she calmly retorted with, "There is no one to blame because there is no God." It was then readily apparent to me that telling others about my illness would provide a mirror into other's belief systems."

You can read the rest of this article here .

And finally...There's always peach ice cream when the rest of the world is a big 'ol cesspool: Maybe for some people, the phrase would be, "There's always Paris" or "There's always Monday Night Football" or even "There's always naked bungee jumping." But for me the declaration that there is always peach ice cream gives me a feeling of hope.

You may read the rest of my article here.