Lacking in substancefloating in water array of non-existance The other night I had a dream that I was at the bottom of a large swimming pool filled with paper. I was trying to swim up through the paper to get to the top so that I could escape the smell of pulp and ink moist and dry and burning my throat. No matter how hard I swam, I couldn't breathe in the cool air of freedom, I couldn't feel the hot sun on my shoulders or glimpse the colour of the world around me. I have too much work to do and am feeling uninspired by the weight of what I do. I need a vacation. I need to go back to school. I need someone to give me a million dollars. Any takers? I didn't think so. I was thinking of time and the lack thereof that seems to exist in my insanely crazy life. Time is such an incredible commodity and I know I've harped on about this before but its worth more air time. The older I get, the more I appreciate the second in every breathe and the more I wonder why there never seems to be enough hours in a day and why the weeks/months/years seem to fly by in a whirlwind maelstrom. I think I need to be better organized. I think I need to take more time to appreciate beauty. I think I need to find more balance. On the upside, I completely enjoyed Aiden's first soccer game of the season last night. The air was warm, the spectators were appreciative and the boys played a good game. They lost but it didn't seem to matter and they were happy and red cheeked and energy was contagious.