Whoever said nothing is impossible obviously hasn't tried nailing Jell-O to a tree.

I've been feeling my writing muse pretty strong lately. It was so strong, it took me by surprise. It's been 4 years since I have contributed to this blog, and it's still here. Waiting. Like a dog, but without the needy gaze and the sloppy tongue. It's my blog, I can call it a dog if I want... 

I've been doing a lot of soul searching lately. I'm digging deep people, trying to reconnect with myself, who I am, who I'm supposed to be, and what I'm supposed to do with it when I figure it out? So I am starting here. I have nothing of note to contribute. I'm not involved in any groundbreaking project and I have nothing tangible to share. I'm working on all that. 

This my friends, is my first step. 

Not baby steps mind you, not uncertain, hesitant steps, but more like the steps of a lazy, oversized, bafoon. A little belligerent and unsteady, but solid and with good intentions. Reminiscent of that quirky, drunk uncle that would show up unexpectedly for the holidays. It's cool, He's got lottery tickets and whoopy cushions for all the kids. So what if he gives the ladies too long of hugs?  He smells of pipe tobacco and Cheap cologne, but he wore a tie and he showed up.

You're happy to see him, being family and all, but he's probably going to drink too much and pee off your back deck. 

Welp, that sums it up. 

I am. 

John Candy.