Entry 0001: You’ve gotta start somewhere.

Once upon a time there was a spark within me. A “little Casey”, if you will, who wanted to do everything. See everything. Be everything.

Then, as the cliché goes, I suppose, life happened. Something caused him to become very silent, and not to be seen for a very long time.

As time went on, my life would become increasingly dull. Wake up. Sometimes go to school if my body would muster up the will to do so. Go to work because I don’t exactly like the prospect of being broke on my ass, despite whatever my feelings may be toward the job itself. Lots of sleeping and eating, sometimes going out.

In my opinion, I became more of a slob. A bum. A lifeless lump who was simply existing and not experiencing.

This isn’t me. I’m pretty sure this isn’t me.

But then, where did I go? Where is the Casey Palmer of days past who used to take the world by storm and enjoy everything he did?

I’ve been searching for the answer for that for a good while, but the answer doesn’t seem to want to be found.

So here’s what I need to do.

I need to get past this feeling of being caged in by life. I need to rekindle the flame within me and become something far greater than this spectre of a person.

Starting now.

Good luck, Casey Palmer. You’re going to need it.

Categorised as Stories

By Casey E. Palmer

Husband. Father. Storyteller. Calling the Great White North his home, Casey Palmer the Canadian Dad spend his free time in pursuit of the greatest content possible. Thousand-word blog posts? Snapshots from life? Sketches and podcasts and more—he's more than just a dad blogger; he's working to change what's expected of the parenting creators of the world. It's about so much more than just our kids. When Casey's not creating, he's busy parenting, adventuring, trying to be a good husband and making the most of his life! Casey lives in Toronto, Ontario.

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