Here We Go Around In Circles

I got lost in Forest Park tonight. Yes, I grew up in St. Louis and I've lived here all my life but if you know me then you know I get lost in my driveway.

Driving home from the Galleria, I thought I was keen enough to "cut through" Forest Park. It didn't work and I ended up turning a 20 minute drive home into an hour.

The reason I am telling you this is that as I was passing the Art Museum for the 5th time I had to laugh at the obvious metaphor.

My life is lost in Forest Park. I am running in circles. I can't sleep. I need to get to the gym but I don't want to wake up early because it took so long to go to sleep. At work I can't concentrate because I'm worried that I won't have a job next week. That it doesn't matter if I post a blog on our website because we may not be here in May.

I'm running a 100 mph to get Pure Romance off the ground and am not getting traction.

I get home from work and my laptop doesn't leave my lap. Networking, searching, trying.

Then it's bed time and I've barely spoken two words to Patrick, the cats are pissed and I can't sleep. Thank Jebus I don't have kids. Of course, I guess I could drop them off at the Zoo on my way past.