Dogs have the right idea. They sleep, they eat, they play. What is it about the human condition that makes us always feel like we have to strive, to achieve, to try to accomplish something? It's what makes us what we are, who we are. At the top of the food chain, masters of our universe. We wake up every day with lists and lists of appointments and things to do. We are busy! But where are we going? Putting our earth out of it's misery by polluting it so badly that it can't live anymore. Using up our resources faster than they can be replaced. Nice legacy for our kids. My thoughts are consumed daily by trivial things, distracted by what is on tv, or what to put on the dinner table. I'm busy, but I never get anywhere. Dogs do have the right idea, but I really think that dogs are plotting something.

So. Here I begin blogging. I decided to call it "a horse with no name" because of the song by America. Sometimes I feel like I'm riding across a desert on a horse with no name. Especially now. I'm a mom, married to a great guy (it's my anniversary today - 10 years!), unemployed and don't really know where to go from here. This damn horse I'm riding doesn't know the way either. All he cares about are the fundamentals; water, food, rest, shade. I'm looking for inspiration! Truth! The Holy Grail! Nirvana! Okay, so maybe I'm setting my sights a little high. How about a road map? It's not that I'm unhappy - quite the opposite. I like my life, but I feel that I should be accomplishing something more with it. I love my daughter. She is the light of my life, but she'll grow up and go away and I'll be left with my cat and goldfish (and my husband, hopefully!).
So, I garden, I vacuum up dog hair, I do the laundry, and I think. I think maybe I should go back to school. Who am I kidding? How do I break into any industry at 45 plus the years that I put into school? School advisors say "of course you can find a job!" but they are supposed to be encouraging, right? That's their job! They want applications. I think maybe I would be happy just doing what I'm doing - yeah, right, I'm doing nothing! That's not happiness, that's complacency.