I've been finding myself, lately, sitting on the edge of each day and dangling my feet over with nothing to kick. Yelling into the emptiness -- waiting for an echo, but not an answer. Everyone has the answers. If they don't, they'll make them up for you. Just once, it would be nice to hear a brand new question.

Am I in some kind of a rut?

It's not my family. They're perfect and happy-making.

It's not my job. Everything there is pretty much the same. I'm grateful for the position, and I still have fun.

I don't have any pressing financial or physical stress.

I'm not unhappy.

I don't feel like there is something missing -- but I wonder if something is missing.

I think that I may be invisible.

I don't know if that's good or bad.

I'll be back when I have something more interesting to say.