To what level are you commited

I'm going to sort of depart a bit from the where creativity comes from line of thought and take a slight detour into the care and feeding of creativity.

Put simply, I've noticed that any time I set myself to persue my goals and create my worlds, the world will toss me the simple question: How serious about this are you?

It seems cruel sometimes, to wind myself up and get excited about some idea and challenge myself to take this type of creativity as far as I can, only to have family fall very seriously ill. Or Maybe a relative you've not seen in a long time and who you are unlikely to see again for a long time, comes up for a visit (it makes it even more important when you consider that of all my other family members she and I think about many of the same things, and in some of the same ways). Or an online purchase that was supposed to help you has turned into a nightmare of things to sort out and fix and return and worry about, that could also end up costing me half as much again over what I budgeted for and I might still end up with nothing.

I've had to bump activities with friends, and some of those I was really looking forward to.

It's really absurd. I mean non of this stuff seems to make a showing when I've the time free. Only when I seek to do these projects.

I tell you there are moments when I look up at the sky and marvel at what ever devinties might have been responsable for it all and then wonder how the same force could have such an absurdly wicked sense of humor.

Well I haven't a towel and I'm disenclined to throw one in if I did, but I do think perhaps that this gauntlet might be worth a throw down.

Lets just see were I can make this crazy contraption we call life go.

Don't look for much from me Until maybe mondaynight/ tuesday morning.
Take care of yourselves.
Roving Jack