So I was cracked out last post.... Blame it on lack of sleep, too much travel, concern about the fires.... what have you. SO in the last post of East-Coast-Based-Navel-Gazing (consider it "Dawson's Creek" gone reality) I guess what I realized is that going home brings me back to places and questions that I have always had about myself... If I have chased the right goals, done everything with what I have been given... That it is not family that makes me crazy but it is myself that I am facing... I don't want to wake up and realize that I was never at my potenial... never gave things my best shot... To quote Paula Cole (and "Dawson's Creek") I don't wanna wait for my life to be over.......