I don't want to swim the ocean...

It's been a week of facing limitations, and accepting them. Somehow it seems the key is no longer wanting those out-of-reach things.

It's strange -- I've had so many people ask me recently, "are you okay?" and in a way I wasn't. I was drifting too far out in the dark waters of Academian Sea, freaking out whenever some seaweed touched my legs... and now I'm heading back to shore, no longer fighting the tide.

I'm amazed at those people who seem so unstoppable. But even Mark stops for an evening now and then, settles down in front of the television in his pajamas/pyjamas. And Shiloh has a built-in mechanism -- her body says "slow down, soldier!" and she's learned to listen.

My good friend Matt just completed his first year of law school in New York -- (no one lives in Minneapolis anymore) -- "Good on him" as the Aussies say. It's an exquisite meshing when your abilities meet your ambitions. Well done, Matty.