I am attempting to multi task. Sometimes i'm pretty good at it and others I am not. I am the middle management. I feel trapped and squeezed daily. So much so that I dream of permanent vacations to Sullivan's Island, where I am sure a hurricane is more calm than my world some days. I was pretty dang sure this was not what I thought I would be doing 10 years ago. I miss my friends. I miss my hands on time. I don't like to be alone. This island sucks. Where is the sand? Sun? PEACE? The old blue chair???? I am working on finding my inner peace. I think it is missing. I want to remember how much I loved it, no dread it. Little things turn into WWIii and the stuff that matters, no one really cares about. I am reading a great studer book and 2 different devotionals. Looking for the old blue chair.....