Another great book being consumed. Another win from a horrible marriage. Reading and finding focus again.

… more to come.

I had the thought, as i’m closing in on finishing another book, that it feels great to finish reading a book. The next thought went to setting a goal of how many books to read. Then, i thought, there’s no need to set a reading goal. Just read because you freaking love it. Next, the thought about running came to me. There’s no goal. I run because i love it. Though, there are goals for races from time to time. Right now, i’m running because i love it AND there’s a race coming up in three weeks. The current book is “Brave, not perfect” by Reshma Saujani. I started reading that because of and for my daughter. So, there’s two goals again. I read because i love it AND for my daughter, to be a better father.

A pair of shorts. A t-shirt. A pair of socks. Running shoes. In 70 degree weather, that’s all one needs. The run was amazing.

(Had but not needed: Garmin running watch, jabra wireless earbuds and iphone)

Today my daughter “discovered ” she’s allergic to hand sanitizer. She told me she looked in the mirror at school and said, “what’s next? am i going to be allergic to paper, paste, scissors?” bIt was cuter coming from her.

It’s just a jumble of slips and falls and kids hitting the deck. It’s wipeout after wipeout. Is this resilience or parents forcing their will? Hmmmmmm…

I would do high school all over again, simply because i have a better knowledgeable of hair products.

There a line i’m trying to find of teaching my daughter independence. To be self sufficient. To walk alone and confident.

Then, there’s liking her holding my hand and reaching for it.

These are the struggles of parenting.

Libraries are amazing. For many reasons I am grateful for them. The only downside is wanting to write and draw and mark the books up with underlines, thoughts, circles, page numbers in the back. Ugg.

Just listening to Neil Gaiman talk makes me feel i can write a novel.