Good morning world,

It's one of those mornings where I wish I steered my car off of 128 S and cruised to the beach instead of work. It's been one of those days where all I can think of is lying in the sand with my toes squished in the sand, the waves crashing behind and the cool salty breeze in the background lolling me to sleep. I am very groggy this morning and although I have only had one cup of coffee, the caffeine jolt hasn't hit me yet. It is a beautiful, sunny day and as I peer out of my office window, I begin to daydream. As my thoughts wander about the life I could have led, like a high profile photo journalist or a big time Corporate Advertising Executive with a corner office overlooking the Manhattan skyline I begin to wonder. I have always been enamored with the allure of a high profile life. It's fun to fantasize about what it would have been like to travel on a yacht or eat breakfast with diplomats at a five star resort in Paris. I think the mundane tends to pull me into a routine that is so drab. My creative intuition just wants to jump for joy and the restless Palomino inside is just itching to be released from the gate.