It came to my attention that a lot of the things I want/need to do are not being accomplished. Writing them down might help. And not electronically. My old friends, ink and paper are better suited. And they are going to go in a public place. In many public places. Where people can see them and make whitty, smartass comments about how little progress I am making.

I haven't really been here before - or I have, but I never had the desire to press any further. I've reached the tattered edges of the map that is my limited experience, but I still bring the yellowed chart close to my face and search it for wisdom in the dimming light. My eyes strain for some last clue - another centimeter of reassurance that the upcoming turn is the right one and I am still on course.

My compass is still good, I have the Standard - I know against what to measure my direction. Maybe that is all I need - it must be, and the sounding boards that are my trusted confidants.