Utah...

It all starts with this message...
'...she seems to be interested in joining me and two others for a month in moab - this november. Wanna come...?'

a simple question... that leads to a very complex situation... a situation that could be resolved if someone could tell me in a way that I would honestly believe...

'...its okay to quit your job to go climbing for a month.'

Speach!

...the dreaded words I hear during a late night planning session for a wedding, of which I play the important role of best man. The word brings back memories of elementary school and early high school where you have to participate in public speaking... I was terrified of public speaking. My thoughts then turn to the day that I was asked to be best man and I didn't even hesitate an answer.

...If only I had taken a moment to really think that one through. Not that my answer would have been any different... I would hope.

Either way the wedding is a week and a half away and I don't have a word on paper. I have tried to sit down and think about how to write it. Even played around with a couple outlines. Nothing.

...I'm very concerned.

I will be trying to write again tonight.