decoding the blogger

We as people all have certain piviotal things in our lives that make us who we are. Whether they be a huge near death experience along the lines of "holy *&^% I almost died! I saw the light and found jesus!" or as subtle as an abandonded book on a shelf at Schulers showing you there's more to life to life than your hometown. Or a song blaring out of the radio of your car, sometimes it's the little things that make us who we are. Eventually they come together, some peices big and others barely noticable fragments, making up the patch work quilt of our personality. To say that you usually don't let other people influence you would be a lie, there has to be SOMETHING that made you scribble your name on the sign up sheet for your soon to be passion. Or maybe a novel so remarkable that it convinced you to write.
Over these next few days/post I'll be conducting a sort of analysis of myslef. Trying to look back and figure out what makes up myslef. Also, sorry I didn't post yesterday. I was sick again. Im counting this as yesterdays post, I'll be back today with the first thing.