And the Goal Is . . . . ?

I think what it all boils down to is whether or not you're a man (or woman) of your word. I've been striving lately to do what I say I'll do. It's hard and sometimes I hate it. Sometimes after I've said I would do something, I really wish I could take it back. Hell, recently it would've netted me $2,500.

You only want to do what you think is right (name the band who sang that line for extra bonus points!) and if that's what you're trying to do, no one can fault you, right? Sometimes it doesn't seem that way, but I try to think it don't matter as long as I can sleep at night. But even doing the right thing leaves me tossing and turning into the wee hours of the morning.

I know all of this is headed somewhere. But I just have to figure out where. Perhaps that's the goal.