If you don't know where your going, any road will get you there. -Lewis Carroll

I stare out the frost-coated window of the coffee shop, watching delivery men shuffle boxes from their trucks to the many storefronts lining the town square.  I long to be curled up in the warmth of my bed next to my lovely wife.  The clanging of baking pans, as Lucy pulls fresh muffins out of the oven, brings me back to reality.  Soft jazz plays from the black speakers haphazardly attached to the walls.  The music makes me think about who I am, and whom I want to be.  This morning I did not go to work after I dropped J off.  Instead, I drove to the downtown park and napped till the sun began to peak over the shipyard across the river.  As I awoke from my snooze, I could see and hear seagulls calling out to one another in the early morning light as they whirled and turned searching for breakfast on this calm windless morning.  I could hear the lapping of his wake against the rivers edge as a fishermen piloted his hardy New England style vessel down river heading for the open ocean.  I suspect he is happier this morning as forecasters predict temperatures in the mid-thirties today; a balmy change compared to the zero-degree days we have been enduring.

As I sit here, I contemplate my place in this world.  Up until last Fall, my whole life revolved around being a father, or so it felt.  Now I seem to be solely focused on making money to pay for  B's tuition.  While important and admirable, it doesn't offer the same emotional payback that motivated me on a daily basis.  Now I feel lost, and in some ways, unimportant.  Tomorrow I will work on my goals... definitely... for sure.