Eventually I would like to make this blog thing a regular occurrence. I know it would be therapeutic to get everything out of my head and "on paper" but the idea of putting all of this "out there" is horrifying.
My drive home from for is roughly 45 minutes. 45 minutes where I'm left alone with my thoughts. First, I always call my wife to let her know I'm on the way home and check on what I've missed while at work. Next I call my BF, but unless we're getting off work at the same time (and most of the time I stay late), I end up alone with my thoughts. Sometimes it's not so bad. I'm able to listen to music, Rachel Maddow, or 5 Minute Dharma [insert "Stitcher" plug here]. Other times my thoughts drown out everything around me and it's a wonder how I make it home safely. In these situations I imagine how I would write about the experiences flooding psyche. Some are more disturbing that others. All are well written in my mind. Few make it much further.
