There was a time that I almost believed
my wife and daughter would never come across my blog.
Never read my thoughts.
So I could say what I felt at that moment...
even unreasonable, stupid shit.
This blog is a release valve.
But man, the arrogance of that thought, you know?
Thinking they'd never uncover this.
A part of me feels selfish, too.
My daughter when she's old enough should be able to see what her dad was really like.
His stupid and brilliant and angry thoughts.
All of it.
If either of them come across this, and have reached this far,
just know this: I love you both very much, I really do.
I may express anger and frustration in the posts that come before and after,
but nothing changes how I feel about you two.
I'd die for you.
And I mean every word.
Like any person,
I also evolve.
My opinion on something may change the following week, or month or year.
My hope is that I keep growing into a more decent, kind human being.
Keep getting better in mind and body.
Anyway, I should probably have written something more deep and moving.
But it's 7.23am, and I'm exhausted.
AND I have to hit the gym soon. I probably won't until later in the afternoon. Or evening.
The struggle goes on.
Well enough of that.
