A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step; train wrecks too.
It's a beautiful thing when you catch your subconscious with its pants down, which is precisely what I did this past Saturday. As I strolled through the local Barnes and Noble perusing all my favorite sections, I told myself, "Pick a good one Matt," because my bookshelves are nearly stocked to the brim with unread books. It was with this marching order that I realized, as I vetted book cover after book cover, that I was looking for something written exclusively for me - and no such book exists. The rest is, as they say, epiphany.
Now that I have that out of the way, I'll not drone on and concoct a blog about blogs, original as that may be. Rather, I just want to humbly announce that, over time, I am here to compose a socio-political, philosophical, self-improvement treatise of grand significance.
Sincerely,
My Inner Manic