There's this big *it*, see? And I need to figure out what *it* is. So I've been chipping away at it for almost a year now. But I come to find out that *it* isn't *it* but is rather a whole mix/mileu/gestalt. And there is no nice clean "answer", but rather just living a bunch of questions.
Oh, and it turns out that I'm traveling heavy. When you agonize over every single decision, trying to make the "right" or "perfect" choice (like which cell phone to buy for instance), that get's added to the cargo. No wonder I'm tired...
