Paula Deen has been in the media a lot lately.  She’s always garnered attention for her humor and butter-dripping, guilt-inducing concoctions.  I’m sorry her recent spike in the news feeds had to do with diabetes; I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.  But she’s got it, and now she’s gonna make some money off it.

One particular problem has plagued me the better part of my life.  Just when I think I’ve got it whipped, it creeps back up and nips me good. I’m more attached to my goal, where I’m headed, than the process or journey it takes to get there.  I know that sounds all psycho-Zen-babble.  I’m not usually taken to meditative, worldly moments.  So this is huge.