So, I went out of town this weekend. It is always nice to get away. Although, I must be honest, I am getting less and less of a tolerance for air travel. Seriously, it gets worse everytime. But, if I am to continue my jetsetting ways, I have to live with that.

Coming home to Denver, is always nice, yet the weekend seems swallowed up and time speeded up and I find myself back to the regular again.

I read my good friend Amy's blog and it really made me reflect once again on my own life.. my own routine, the dreams I set aside to do what I have to in order to get to a place where I can do what I want to...

To marry meaning and matter, necessity and desire.

At times I find such satisfaction and purpose in my life, my job, my history.. when I look back at what I have accomplished and achieved.. and it is so vast.. but then I stand and ask myself.. what now?

I mean really, there is NO such thing at the age of 33 - to say - I have lived all of my dreams and I have nothing more to desire or dream about - right?

I read Amy and her ache for simplicity, her yearning for a life of touching the world and it touching her without technology, money and materialism standng in the way... the joy and sorrow of struggle and ease... And I think - WHY can't she have all that she wants? It seems like a cruel fate to be given dreams that seem so unattainable.

I love my life. I truly do. And yet, I too, want more.. Infact - as I constantly say: "I want it ALL"... and I want it now.. (Isn't that a song!)