I blog best in the shower

I need some sort of mind stream of consciousness recorder to use in the shower that can record my morning shower blog posts. 

This morning's items included:

Life has a rhythm.

Thinking about life as a (involuntarily celibate) single parent and the challenges in meeting women I came upon the concept of lives having rhythms. 

My life has a monthly rhythm of the kids school and summer periods.  There is a weekly rhythm of school/work days and weekends, and the daily rhythm of kids to school, me to work, kids home from school, and the second shift of after school activities, house work, dinner preparations etc.

There is a bigger rhythm of life, from our own birth, growth into adulthood, marriage, raising children, and then everything gets screwed up when your wife is killed.  The rhythms all get torn asunder.

So now I find my self looking back on the rhythms our lives used to have as we were in the middle of the raising our children phase and everything was changed.  Now suddenly I am in the raising my children phase alone and trying to understand how I can be in the dating rhythm at the same time I'm in the raising my children rhythm.

My view of time.

As I thought of the rhythms of life I tried to step back and look at my daily rhythms from a different perspective that is from outside my world but with an intimate knowledge of my daily routines.  I initially have a view that my daily rhythm is driven by the fact that I have a completely full schedule each day.  When I look at the week ahead all I seem to be able to focus on is all the things I have to remember to do this week.  Each day is filled with the things that have to happen.  This weekend Chelsey has her Jr. Cotillion dance and that means that my Friday evening and Saturday afternoon will be allocated for dress, shoes and accessories shopping.  Saturday afternoon is allocated for getting Chelsey all ready for the dance.  And I don't seem to be able to think about how I will allocate the time she will be at the dance.  It ends up being filled with my sitting at home waiting for her dance to finish.

You've heard the analogy of life that talks about the cup full of rocks that seems to be full, until you fill in the empty space with sand and then again it looks full until you fill in the rest of the empty space with water.

I generally look at my life from the full glass of everything point of view.  But it feels like there must be some empty space in there for me to find something more for me.  A way to somehow get the rhythm of my life to somehow match up with the things that might some day expose me to some opportunities to meet someone.  Someone that might have a rhythm that somehow fits into mine and that I will somehow be able to find some space in that fill glass.