Back at it

For some reason a "Tweet" or "Wall Post" just doesn't do it for me.  With such an outlet for expression, I'm afraid I cannot refrain from the blogger.

So, I'm somewhat conscious of the destination, but I'm struggling to find the path.  Anyone know what I'm talking about?  There I am: tending to my rose garden, in front of my house, my family beside me.  I guess the "American Dream."  However, I also have some other things to take care of before I'm at that point.  Stamps in my passport, a few souvenirs from my road trips across the country, and even a reindeer hide from my Alaskan excursion.  There will also be a few photographs of me really tasting life, maybe from the top of a mountain, so a ship in the sea.

But how to get there?  How on earth do I get there?  Without drowning at the workplace, living the rest of my life at school, or plummeting deep into debt?  I know it's possible, I've seen people do it.  I just haven't mustered up to courage to ask them, "So, what path did you take to get here?"

Maybe it's the romantic in me, but I like to think that dreams are worth chasing.  Dreams are my fuel, pushing me harder and further each day.  Yes, romance, that's it.  I have heard it defined as the "excitement and mystery associated with love."  I define it as the romance and mystery associated with LIFE!  Everyday is a new beginning.  A new morning to wake up to. 

Dating is not my forte.  First, I like my men to be intelligent, independent, gentlemanly, and artistic.  So, you can guess that I have accumulated many homosexual male friends.  Straight men are needy, lost, and boorish.