In My Weakness, I Shall Find My Strength.

No one was put on this Earth to be a printer, except for Gutenberg (not Steve...it's spelled differently) and Bi Sheng and Franklin and millions of others, but besides those few...nobody. Okay well at least not me in my current capacity. Work is all fine and good and I do the best I can, but it's still work. It's nothing more than a weakness of mine. I appreciate the job and all that comes with it and I'm not looking to move on, I just need to expand and do other things. You know...other things that enhance this life experience. I don't want to die with more regrets on the plate than adventures. I don't want to realize someday that I made so little of my life that I'll be forgotten faster than (insert bad joke about failed relationship here) new thoughts can be remembered. That last sentence makes no sense to me, but you get the point. There's more to this here life than what I've contributed so far.