Life is a journey. At times I’ve picked up the oars and rowed the hell out of my little boat with drive and direction. At times I’ve taken the easy path and just floated down the rather boring river. A few years ago, I ended up stuck in a swamp. I didn’t know where I was and I had lost the oars entirely. After a while, the swamp just seemed like home. I grew used to it’s routine, the sounds around me, the irritations and frustrations. There wasn’t a lot of hope. This blog is about my journey out of the swamp. Sometimes I don't feel like rowing. Sometimes I get mired in the mud. But I keep picking up the oars and trying.
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