Words are cheap. Actions are loud. I sit and I write....and I write. And I write. And indeed the words you read are real and often loud, but I swear to you never cheap. I wouldn't do that to you...

You are on the other side of the glass and your lives are rich, challenged, always striving for better, learning and evolving. Just like mine. Like ours. Know that there are 'days.' While a blog can be a pulpit....and if managed responsibly one that can evangelize goodness...the fear is that it can be contrived. Can get to the level of nonsense that it becomes surreal. Not every day can be a 10. Not everyone can live at the highest level of happiness and expect it to continue. We all get ours.

The difference is how you fight. And you thrash for what is worth thrashing. To right the ship and bring it back to center.

Cross. Work. Your children. Your wife or husband. It's worth fighting for. They're worth living for. Mistakes are what make us imperfect. And imperfection is what makes us real.

Not contrived.

I try. Mother fucker, I try to live it right. And clean. And honored. Know that some days the really bad days are being experienced by me as I type keys on the keyboard to communicate to you. And just like you I fight the good fight.