What really matters

Sometimes when I look at the big picture of life, I realize that all of the tiny, trivial, miniscule things that cause me stress really don't matter at all.

You know, things like fuming because I'm stuck in traffic behind a bus, wondering if the outfit I'm wearing makes me look fat, getting upset over what others are doing and wishing there was more money.

All that will matter when I die is whether I was a good person to those around me. I hope I have been so far, but I fear I have not.

Maybe I should start changing that.

Daydreaming

Sometimes work can really suck and sometimes it can be okay. Today it was okay... just okay.

Lately, I've been imagining all of the things I could do if I didn't have to go to work every day - taking the dogs to the beach and throwing sticks for them, kissing my husband on his cheek while we watch a movie, flying to a city we have never been to before just because we can. Would our lives get boring after a while or would we finally be as happy as I wish we could be?

An introduction

Everybody's blogging these days, so I figured I'd get into the mix too.

A little about me as a person - I'm moody, anti-social and am going through some type of crisis in my life where I'm wondering why exactly why we are all here on this planet and whether death is as final as it sounds.

A little bit about what I do for a living - I write news, but I'm not a reporter like you might think. Basically, I repackage a television station's broadcast reports to put on their web site, gather AP wire stories and rewrite press releases. I enjoy what I do, but I also believe there is something more for me out there.

A little bit about my family - I am married with three dogs and no kids. I have a younger brother who is married and has a kid. My parents are still together and still happily married.