Getting down to brass tackle boxes.

Today sucked ass. It was Monday, people were grouchy... admittantly I am no exception.

Dunno what was in the air (or water) but I have become increasingly sensitive to this blog and have really been itching to hit that 'delete' button. Honestly, its for no specific reason, but instead a bunch of them. I find it a struggle sometimes to put things into words, or even the correct words... then I write and delete. Write and delete... write and delete.

I don't do this normally... thoughts just kinda flow and all.

I really have no desire to delete this though... and no matter how much I try to convince myself I'm done, I'm not... and to say that I am would be not only lying to me, but to everybody else.

I am a lot of things, but I'm not a liar. That being said...

All in all I'm really okay, just have a need to step away for awhile and re-capture my essence... I have way too much to do and too little time to do it and though I love this blog and all of you that read everyday... I have to take a book off of my proverbial bookshelf. This is a big book....

May has always been a high-stress month, don't know why it has to be... since it's full of celebration and good things. Ahead of me I have an awesome fishing trip to tackle this weekend, a HUGE seminar next weekend... and an impending trip in the near future I'm really looking forward to. That's right fucker smile, I said I was looking forward to it.

So why stress? There's no need!! Right? Right.

In the meantime, I'll be kicking around... bothering you most likely...

And with that... I hereby declare myself 'hiatused.'