Hey… guess who my favorite band is? Seriously, though, is David Gilmour not the hottest old dude on the planet? He is. You know he is.

Anyhow, I’ve been working a lot here lately, and I’ve been thinking about things I’d like to accomplish in both the material and the non-material world.

I’d like to have that thing in my head that others appear to have. You know, that thing that gives the capacity for setting goals and following through on them. I guess, in all honesty, I don’t know that I don’t have it. Maybe I just haven’t wanted something enough.

I was listening to “Everything Is F*cked: A Book About Hope,” by Mark Manson, who is also author of one of my favorite books “The Subtle Art of Not Giving A F*ck.” Yep. That’s me. I shamelessly plug things that might benefit others even when there is nothing in return for me. It’s all good.

Anyhow, Manson was talking about (I love authors who narrate their own audio books) this man who had a brain tumor, and he lost the capacity for caring and empathy after having a massive brain tumor removed. Once, he had been a successful, productive man, and now, he, for all intents and purposes, has nothing. He lost his career, his marriage, his family, and, eventually, his home.

Granted, I have not had any massive tumors removed, unless toxic relationships count (and I’m pretty sure those do count), but I feel like there’s something in this man’s story that resonates with me. Some things out there, I just can’t care about, and I don’t know what to do about any of it. That’s as far as I’ve gotten with the book, as I’m limited to listening during my commute time. I’m looking forward to seeing what comes of the situation.

It seems that I’ve been at more crossroads in my life than I care to remember. There’s always a transition for me, and every time, that transition is more challenging than the last. I thought this shit was supposed to get easier. I mean, I am a fantastic learner. I’m good at applying the accumulated wisdom of my 49 years. Is there some deeper “thing” I’m not getting? Maybe. Maybe not.

The one thing that has stuck with me for the last… well… forever, is the desire to write a book. I think I might maybe have the tenacity to stick with it this time. You know, if I can ever figure out what I want/need/have to say. We shall see, folks. We shall see.