Kevin N. Murphy

I find it difficult to keep track of where I stand while I am moving. As I set goals and try to plan when and where I will be when I reach them, I find this in my case; along the way, there is the everpresent unexpected. I suppose that is why so many people trip while walking. At a minimum it does keep things intresting. Have you ever been on your way to fetch something and due to some unrelated concern in your mind, find yourself standing wondering what you went to fetch? I had such an experience today. I went to the tool trailer at work to get a box of bits for the drill. Having finished my thought, I was then standing in the trailer without any idea why I was there. Shortly I did recall the reason. I find such things amusing. What though, if that happened while I was persuing something more important? Something much more consequential than bits for a drill. I suppose that is a concern for everyone. I doubt I would find such to be amusing. Especially if it hindered me. Let’s say for example, I was in a trade school. Learning a trade so I could settle down and be able to support a family. My goal was to have this all done by some particular time and then get married. Along the way I happend to become enthusastic about cars. I buy an older car and start working to restore it. I spend spare time working on the car, reading about it, thinking about what I will do with it when it’s done, how fun it will be to drive and so on. A period of time passes and I decide to start looking for a marriage mate. I also decide the trade I was in school for is not right for me. I change majors to something to do with automobiles. Another period of time passes. I still have the original plans to be done with school and get married. Only the getting married is still on track. School has been pushed back by my change of majors. I am going to stop sharing my thoughts on this subject here. I Stand.

Looks like I am going to be moving out of my house in August of ‘05. I wonder if I’m ready. I wonder if wherever I end up living is ready for me to live there. This weekend I will drive my dear friends up to live with their daughter in Maryland. I am told the trip is 14 hours long. I intend to spend Saturday in service even though I will not have had much sleep. Speaking of service, the trip up to GA seems to be coming up rather quickly. As is the start of a new assignment. I feel as though I can really feel for the first time in many times.