Some Call It Magic

With recent events in the financial markets, it's pretty easy to get caught up in seeing the stock market falling, as noted from an old Bloom County comic strip, down a well. The temptation for me has been to work a bit harder in order to keep ahead of the curve. But then again, the impetus for hard work really shouldn't be predicated upon external factors. It's just another one of those excuses that we workaholics like to use to justify our routine. A few weeks ago, I recall mentioning that I'm just wired to be a workaholic. It's literally a part of who I am as a person.

Despite the intrinsic hard-wiring of my work ethic, I've recently been guilty of getting myself caught up in the past for a bit. Although it's only been a few months, it seems as though I haven't seen several of my closest friends in years. I do miss the music, the laughs, and the memories with friends and family a lot. To that end, I really need to take some time off. Yes, it's vacation time for me once again, if only for a long weekend. It took a really long time for me to come to the realization -- It's not about memories past. It's about making the time today, so you can have the opportunity to create those memories. That's where the magic begins. I'm off to Albany for now. See ya.