Nothing quite like that feeling that everyone in the world could give two shits about your cause, no matter how hard you try. I mean, sure, family and friends always offer support, but if they did not know you from a fly on the wall, would they be as gracious? Would they be just like all of the people that frustrate you?

Today has found me at the short end of the stick on many business fronts… trying to catch a break is harder to do than kissing your elbow.

It often makes me ponder the question of fate versus self-determination… if this path could have only been better had I made a couple wiser decisions along the way.

And thus, I pass that onto you this quandary: Why do you do what you do?