Beside The Cottonfield

       There are so many things I could be doing right now. Like cleaning my house. Or looking for a real job. Or practicing the violin that I purchased with my already-busting-at-the-seams credit card. But I chose to start a blog instead, simply because it feels right to do so.
       A few months ago I closed down my failing catering business of eight years to do something else. What that was, I can't remember. I suppose I thought I could make a living as a freelance writer, but that's not working out so well. I thought the freedom of not being a small business owner would afford me a new life, and a new purpose thereof. The life is new, certainly; living beside a cottonfield in North Florida is something I have never done before. The purpose has not made itself clear yet, but I hold the belief that there must be purpose in everything we do.
       As I search for my purpose, I yearn to write things - stories, music, poetry, plays. It would probably be in my best interest to write the Great American Resume, instead of the Great American Novel. But I believe there is time for all of that. In the meantime, if you are interested, please read my blog to see how I'm doing. Like a friend who checks in on his wierdo neighbor now and then. I will make us some tea.