Today my procrastination finally sundered, releasing a torrent of energy and drive. The mighty wave crashed down upon the valley, shaking the foundations of the earth itself, reaching a crescendo … as I slowly get myself up out of bed and get a cup of tea.

That’s how it seems every morning – finding the energy to crawl out of bed, let alone participate meaningfully throughout the majority of the day. But these were the cards I was dealt upon my arrival to this planet. I carry them with pride, dignity, and above all… humor.

I’ve always had an artistic side clawing its way from the recesses of my analytical mind, surviving on scraps and morsels. Perhaps now is as good as any time to exercise the pathetically weak stick-figure that is my right brain.