I miss the anticipation. The Sunday comics, the Target ad, Saturday morning cartoons. Not because they were extraordinary, but because they gave us something to look forward to. In a world where everything is available instantly, I've started to wonder if waiting was part of the joy.

The idea for this blog has been sitting with me for years. I've thought about what I would write. I've thought about what I wanted to say. I've wondered what my voice would sound like on a page and whether anyone would want to read it. I've asked myself the same questions many people ask before they begin something new. Who would listen? Does anyone else think about these things? Does anyone else find themselves wrestling with questions about family, work, purpose, relationsh