Running on the fumes of my second cup of coffee on a sunny mid-morning while driving home after all three kids have been successfully dropped off at school, the possibilities seem endless. My ideas for the future, both big and small, seem more than doable. I get like this at these times… Over ambitious. Over zealous. Over caffeinated. I consider things such as: going back to school, writing the books that have been telling themselves in my mind for years. I think of marathon training, triathlon training, a new career, and more... At the very least, I think of my sad little blog that after about a year of neglect has cobwebs dangling from it... I miss writing. So in this state (kid-free for the moment and highly caffeinated) I decide to get cracking on writing. I have ideas! They are interesting and inspiring and fun! I arrive home full of bubbling motivation and the desire to hit the computer. I arrive home… to a house with a floor that desperately needs to be vacuumed… to a dog who is begging to be walked… to a sink full of breakfast dishes… The caffeine is waning. Reality and her b-hole tag-along friend Responsibility burst my mood. And so, the writing will wait. A bit. But I’m coming for it.