I sometimes wonder at signs. My parents are big believers in signs; as am I. I went to Wsu because of a sign. I chose my job because of a sign. I just wonder if I reading them correctly. I ache. I wonder. I just think at the end of the day what do I want? Am I happy? Am I following the right path? The right dreams. I know what I want. I've always known what I want. I know what I am and what I'm not. I need to get back to that. My mom says I was born old and aged. So I'm going to hold out my hand. Remember. And wait on yet another sign.