Adjusting...

So, this is something that I have not done in a while... almost a year now, but I have been inspired by a good friend to get back on the horse and try again. Thank you. I always seem to need a little push and a shove every once and a while to get me going and being productive.
Being back in Spokane has caused yet again a great change within me. Exposure to new things, people, ideas, and lights have caused some adjustment in how I live. I seem to believe that I have a pretty good grasp on what my imperfections are, but then when somebody yells in my face an error that I have made, it opens doors to improvement.
But what am I rambling about?... I guess it all boils down to change. I am living in constant change, and not constant consistency. I'm finding friends, making moves, healing hearts, making money, securing sanity, fighting fear, and learning love. It's a constant adjustment to the shifting sands of my life... never mind how small the shifting or the sand may be. I feel that settling is something to never be achieved. There is really no such thing... at least that I can tell. It's change, and I guess it's all about how I learn to react to the changes in my little life. And you know what? I love it! I love the fact that I am constantly in some sort of battle, no matter how trivial it may seem to the outside world. It pushes me along, and does not allow me to settle, relax, become lazy, and then get fat. So I'll take the door that makes me work. I'll take the door that challenges how I feel. I'll take the door that helps me loose my love handles and
ba-donk-a-donk. I'll take the door that makes me change.
So there you have it. Another deep look into the dark recesses of Chathum's mind. Another glimpse of how this crazy mind functions. (Please don't hurt yourself with all the excitement that you are feeling right now) I'll be doing this more often, as long as I have someone who will read it other than Jerry the bald steel worker who lives in my mind.