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.

By Casey E. Palmer

Calling the Great White North his home, Casey‘s spent the last few decades in pursuit of creating killer content. From novels as a kid, comics as a teen, to blogs and photos once he could grow a beard, he’ll use whatever’s around him to create amazing stuff.

When he’s not creating, he’s parenting, exploring and trying to make life as awesome as possible for everyone around him.

Because a boring life’s not a life worth living!

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