Why am I doing this?
I know my friends and family may read this and say I don't give myself enough credit, and maybe I don't, but what I'm about to tell you comes from a place in my heart and soul that has been screaming at me for years to come out. It's a muffled frustration embedded so deep into my psyche, like a cork in an aged bottle of fine champagne, that I feel that if I don't do something...it's going to pop. Will that "pop" be an artery in my brain or in my heart? Or a relationship with a loved one? Or my dreams or my hopes? Who knows. All I do know is this... I'm a middle-aged, average-looking, normal guy who almost does a lot of things well, but nothing really exceptionally well. I'm an OK dad -one of the proudest badges bestowed upon me, yet I know I could be such a better dad. I'm an alright husband -the other proud badge that defines me, yet I'm horrible at expressing how much I truly and unequivocally love my wife. I'm an average