When James Joyce Attacks

My brain is a random collection of nonsense. And here's some of it right now:


* How do you know when you're doing enough? How do you know when -- or if -- you are enough?


* If I could do whatever I wanted, I would travel, bake, cook, eat and drink lots of wine. And probably write about it. Of course, that would involve lots of money and calories, so ... not looking likely.


* I wonder about the nature of so-called "expertise," particularly as it pertains to my professional path. Media, communications, journalism, social networking. Does anyone really know what they're doing? If all numbers can be manipulated, what do so-called metrics actually mean?


* Do you ever think the whole world is an exercise in marketing? Seems to me a lot of industries exist to make sure other industries exist. Yet as individuals, we typically do very little to make sure other individuals exist, much less thrive.


* I wish the world were more genuine. Authenticity feels undervalued. It's highly touted yet too rarely rewarded, and I am certainly not immune to being one of the non-rewarders.


* I haven't yet figured out how to get everything done that I want to do. My guess is it requires a lifetime of leaps of faith, and I'm not sure I have the guts.


* When I was 16, I was fearless, overconfident, smart and kind of bad-ass (and, yes, wildly self-centered). I often wonder where that girl went, and if it's good or bad that she's gone.

* Where's the fine line between necessary self-awareness and wasteful navel-gazing?
No idea. And I probably have crossed it, time and again.

What questions are you pondering, friends?


What's on your mind this sunny spring afternoon?