Time for some introspection and reflection …

Every so often I take stock of where I am in my life, take a look at what I’m up to and think about whether or not it’s still working for me. I check in with myself to see how I’m doing. I assume that I’ve pretty much been on the right track because this has never resulted in my changing course dramatically. But, from time to time, I have taken some detours along the way as a result of these explorations.

I’m only mentioning it because, in her most recent Sunday Paper, Maria Shriver wrote about the importance of knowing our “why” — understanding why we do what we do, what brings meaning to our lives.

Despite it being a long weekend in Canada, I was chained to my computer the whole time, working on a

Here I go again, shooting my mouth off …

… but if I’m going to “shoot” anything, better my mouth than a gun.  At least no one will end up dead.  Angry, maybe.  Or offended possibly.  But not dead.  And that I can handle.

Surely you’ve been expecting me to weigh in on Cecil.  I’ve opined and ranted, in this blog, about every other vile atrocity we’ve witnessed; and sadly, continue to witness because there just seems to be no end in sight.

So why would I stop now?

How can anyone consider the taking of a life, any life, be it human, animal, mammal, whatever, fun?  How can anyone consider it entertainment?  Or sport?  Tennis is