Some days, try as I might to remember "The Little Engine That Could", I just feel stuck on a one way track to a dead end. Not in such a depressing "my life is over" kind of way. I mean, I am still chugging along without a hitch at the moment, so that is something to be thankful for. But some days I wake up and think, "God, is this it?"

However much I may remind myself that this is not forever, the days seem to stretch before me with nothing on the horizon, like a drive through the fields of Illinois.

I know this is life, I don't need reminding. Some days though, I just keep waiting for the road sign to point me to that wonderful fork in the road.