There’s too much.  There is just too much.  You can’t turn around anymore without seeing it.  Without being told about how much you need something, how much better this is than that.  I know that I currently work for a company that enables this kind of behavior, and that doesn’t help either.

There’s just too much stuff to watch.  Or listen to.  Or read.

People keep telling me that I just have to watch “House of Cards” or “Breaking Bad,” and I’m just sitting here like, can I maybe start “The Sopranos” instead?  Or can I finish “How I Met Your Mother,” or the rest of the Marvel movies.  And then YouTube!  A whole website dedicated to shit you haven’t seen yet.  I know that there are amazing shows being made there as well, but I don’t have that kind of time.  Including an incredible one made by some friends called “Nicolife.”  No, I’m far too busy listening to the bane of my existence; Podcasts.

I’ve spoken before about how there just isn’t time to catch up on my podcasts, and it is still true.  I pretty consistently have eight in my queue waiting to be enjoyed.  Then I find a new one and feel that I have to go back and listen to them from the beginning, which puts me even further behind on all the others.  Did a new “Hello Internet” come out?  There’s a day gone.  A “Nerdist” with one of my favorite actors?  Have to spend the rest of the day enjoying that!  Uh-oh, a new “Star Wars Oxygen” exploring the music of John Williams is here and I might have to listen to it twice.  If anyone asks if I’ve heard the latest record or hot single, nope!  I was listening to a RadioLab from 6 weeks ago.

All of this without touching upon books.  A couple of weeks ago I wrote of Jenny Lawson’s new book “Furiously Happy.”  It is amazing and you should go read it.  But then I get recommendations like “The Martian,” which is so obviously a great book that I’m afraid to finish it.  Then there are articles and tweets and memes to keep up with.

I have a job.  I have a family.  I’m trying to learn French.  I have other commitments.  But I also have this insatiable need to consume great content.  Keep it coming folks. Just keep it coming.

Please share your recommendations in the comments, I’d love to hear what you watch/read/listen to!  Like I said, I’m a glutton for punishment.

I’m going to be real with you guys for a minute; it is almost my birthday. This has put me in a thoughtful mood. About all the things I thought I would do before I got into my thirties; the trips I would go on, and the books I would write. The house bought and the career settled. Oh how things change.

I know that this isn’t how life works out. Absolutely no one starts and finishes the path they thought they would. And that is ok. That is part of the joy and adventure that is life. But if we don’t set goals, things we strive for and work towards, then we are just bumbling along with no vision for the future. Even if your plan is to see where life takes you, that is still a plan.

Maybe it would be better if I looked at the boxes I’ve checked: a pretty awesome kid, a job I enjoy, I get to write (almost) every day, and I have incredible friends. I have a wife that I love and that loves me. I have my parents. I continue to survive the lies my own brain tells me. I don’t want for anything my life needs. I can drink coffee.

That’s a better list. The other list…well, those things just haven’t happened yet.

The next adventure is out there.
Is it too late to add get a tattoo to the list?