I'm feeling good these days. The kids are happy, my wife is healthy, my work is pleasant, our home is messy… Having a clean and finished home means it'd be time to move out. At least that's what I've noticed in the past. Any time all of the repairs and chores got done, it is time to sell a house. So as long as our home is a mess, we won't be moving.

I'm also still writing on a daily basis. I do this to keep a momentum going. Maybe one day I'll put together that novel I have inside of me. I also write as a way to have time to myself. It's very therapeutic to just relax and write. I originally started writing as a way to express myself. However, I feel I have grown emotionally over the past year and a half.

Those of you who know me, have now seen another side of me. Those of you who don't know me, maybe you find solace in knowing that not everything is perfect. Sometimes it's a story about me being a loving father, other times it could be about the sad child I once was. I write whatever comes to mind. I am still hiding a lot of myself behind a closed door. I don't think I'm ready to share those stories yet.

I don't want to share some anecdotes on the World Wide Web because I worry that they could define me in the eyes of the reader. They'd also be out there forever. I want to express an exemplary life in my writing. I want people to be inspired as well. I'm by no means perfect. Nevertheless, I strive for perfection.

And so I write. I write as a way of cleaning out my mind. As long as there is work to do and cleaning to be done, I won't be moving out. I'm still here for many more years to come.