Letting go

The hardest part of life is living it. When you wake up each morning, you are committed to living that day. Even if you go back to sleep, you are still going to have to wake up. Hiding isn't an option and it shouldn't be. This is your life and it's completely up to you how you live it.

Let me back up here. Tonight I was browsing around on the web, waiting for the first tendrils of sleep to tempt me into going to bed. I happen to be on U2's website because it's one of my favorite bands and I was looking for an unrelated lyric. What I spotted was the song "Sometimes you can't make it on your own" from the album "How to dismantle an atomic bomb" (a CD I want). This album came out a year after my dad died and this song, for some pretty obvious reasons, made me bawl each time I heard it. Not cry, bawl. It still makes me weep and it's one of the very few songs out there that have this effect on me.

I had a flashback last month (while I was in the middle of instant messaging a dear and close friend of mine no less) and the tears instantly were flooding down my face. The flashback was not from his death or even something from his final years, but it was him sitting on the couch laughing. I actually had to end the conversation because of how deeply and suddenly I was upset.

If you have ever lost someone close to you, especially a parent, the pain never goes away. You will have this on your heart for the rest of your life. It's up to you to either let it control your life or to let your life control the pain. The good news (trust me) for me is that I took the death completely personal and have since decided to not only live my life; but to treat each day as if it were my last. Let me tell you that there is a certain liberation when you know how close death really is. You stop caring about when you're going to die and start caring more about how you're going to live.

This is it folks. This is your life. Everyday is a new adventure and each life is worth living. This is how I have been living my life for the past couple of years (yes he died in '03, but '04 was total hell for me). I'm seizing opportunities that are presented to me because I might not be alive for the next one. Do I want to live a long and full life. Yes. Who doesn't? But is there any guarantee that I'm going to have the chance to? No. I've discovered how much this side of eternity is not certain.

Have I made mistakes since then. Definitely; and some whoppers at that. But that's the beautiful thing about each day. It gives you a chance to right the wrongs you made the day before. If you live your life like today's your last day, you will have truly lived. Regrets are still going to happen, no matter what. Mistakes will still be made. We are but human and humans are known to screw up from time to time. But tomorrow is still another day and with each sunrise comes a myriad of possibilities.

In closing, I have three recommendations for you. The first is a book: The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren. I've read it before, but this time I'm actually following it and that makes a big difference. The second recommendation is a CD: The Beautiful Letdown by Switchfoot. By far, so far, their best CD and it also has helped me move on and live life. The third and final recommendation is a movie: My Date with Drew. I love this movie and after you watch it, you will understand not only why I am telling everyone about it; but also why it's never too late to fulfill a dream.

Take care everybody and I will talk to you all later
Cheers,
Jeremy

In this moment, I am happy. VERY happy.

It's amazing how good you feel when you get stuff that you had pent up off your chest. There is such a release in getting things off your chest and out in the open. Especially when you are telling these things to someone you care deeply about.

I've decided that from now on, it would be a lot healthier for me to, instead of keeping things inside and dwelling on them, to just say what I mean and pray for the best. Words that are left unsaid can be the ones that hurt the most of all. Even if you didn't say them for the best intentions.

Now don't get me wrong. I'm not talking about those people who are always saying "you missed a spot" or "you really blew it and that sucks". What I'm saying is that I am going to start saying things that I mean to say, but for some unknown reason, don't. I have been lucky enough to know only one person who is like the example I have given. Unfortunately, he is married to my mother, which is the sole reason why I avoid talking to her. It's a sad that I have to do it, but every time that I call her, she insists on putting him on the phone; to which a fight almost immediately breaks out. I hate him and it takes a lot to get me to hate someone.

But I digress. I realize that much of the stress that I have been experiencing has been because instead of speaking my mind like normal people do, I hold back until I wind up saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Or even just the right thing at the wrong time. I need to work on my timing like you wouldn't believe. Ask anybody.

I guess this is the reason why I have this blog. I have been nothing but honest on here and there are times when it's the only time I can get something off my chest. I will continue to do so, but I will also try to do it more in the real world as well.

All right, I'm done. My mind is once again clear and I am definitely at peace. It's been a gorgeous day today and I would even say that it got into the mid 70s. I mowed the front yard, which means that you might get another blog soon about my back. I feel it twitching already and I have already started to stretch it so I won't be in as much pain later.

Today was a very good day.

A limo in Hell

I'm not going to lie to you here-there are days where I absolutely hate, loathe and despise my new job. Today was definitely one of those days. We were slammed all day and I could do no right. Everything I did seemed to get on the nerves of all my coworkers and I the only time I was even remotely happy was when I was talking with customers in the drive thru.

It was while I was on drive thru that a limo pulled up in the parking lot and just sat there for, I kid you not, 20 minutes. That's it, just sat there. The driver left the car a couple times to smoke and then, just as mysteriously, it left. It was the strangest thing.

Anyway, yeah, about my job. I'm not denying it doesn't have it's perks, but it isn't worth it on some days. Most days, actually. It has it's good days and really, really bad days. Such as today. I'm sick of everyone giving me that condesending look; that you should know better, but you're the new guy look. That, do we really have to put up with him look. And I'm even more sick and tired of walking into conversations that I know are about me. One thing I hate about my job is that people are constantly talking about me behind my back. I'm not being paranoid, because I have caught people on quite a few occasions. I do not enjoy working at a place where I can't trust anybody.

All right, now that that's off my chest, I feel better now. I'm sure, in the distant future, I will enjoy working at Starbucks. That all I have to do is grin and bear it and it will get better. And right now, that's all I have to go on.

Second chances and lessons learned

One thing that I have been dealing with a lot in my job is failing at something. Screwing up is a big part of the learning process and I am doing a lot of it.

Last night, because I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing, I knocked off a shot glass and it broke. While I was assured by several coworkers that it's a common occurrence, I still felt really bad; as it was the first (and hopefully last) thing that I have broken. I have also botched drinks and gotten orders screwed up and countless times I've just been in the way. But with each mistake I make, it's one more lesson that I've learned.

I've discovered that all it really takes is for me to screw up big time just once before the lesson is completely learned and I don't make the same mistake twice. If I fall really hard, I pick myself up and make sure that I don't do it again. This applies not only to my new job, but also to life in general. If I blow it big time, I won't ever do it again. All it takes is once. With each failure is one more step to succeeding.

Some mistakes I have made are huge. I am but a human and my flaws are great. I've said things that I didn't mean and meant to say things and didn't. With my words I have started fights and with my silence I have hurt others. I don't always think about what I'm doing when I'm doing it and when that happens I usually blow it. And I blame no one else but myself. When I fail, I own up to it.

This is also why I am a big believer in giving as many second chances as possible. I forgive easily and I forget even easier. I feel like every one should be allowed to speak their peace, no matter how harsh the words might be. It's often the words that aren't spoken that mean more than the words that do. While you may have lost my trust once, it doesn't mean that you've lost it forever. Anger subsides to regret, and regret brings about the possibility for forgiveness. Anger doesn't last forever, so why should grudges and hard feelings? We all have needed a second chance at least once in our lives, so why not give second chances?

Trust is very important to me. There have been people in the past who have done something to, at the time, I felt like I could never trust them again. It wasn't until I gave them the second chance that they deserved did they earn my trust back. I have lost friends and regained them on more than one occasion. This is the other reason why I am a big believer in second chances. I would have a lot less friends if I never gave anyone a second chance and even less if they never gave me one. Failure is part of learning.

Time is the biggest healer of them all, I have found. With time and some space, a lot can be accomplished. From past experiences, I have found that time often softens blows that really hurt when you received them. I am more likely to forgive someone if I've had time to sleep on it.

Anyway, enough of my ramblings. I will let you enjoy the rest of your day. But I hope and pray that you take my words to heart. Second chances are worth more than gold to me and time more than all the riches in the world. Because after you're dead and gone, all the fights and arguments mean nothing in the end. Only the hurt and loss remains.

Can't sleep

As you can tell by the time that I'm posting this, my insomnia is back in full force. I can't shut my mind off, no matter how hard I try. With the massive stress of a new job, I just can't unwind at night. My mind keeps going over past mistakes, both job related and otherwise. I hate it when this happens.

The last time this happened was last summer. I had just started college and work was being, how should I say, difficult. I had also just found out (which I think was what triggered it in the first place) that someone I had loved dearly had gotten married. Obviously not to me. It went on for literally months until my life (and job) started to calm down and an old friend from high school came back into my life.

What was the trigger this time? New job. At least, that's my best guess. Oh sure, I have some other massive stress related issues; but for me to suddenly start to loose sleep, it's got to be the new job. Then again, it might be something else altogether.

I know what I said earlier, about how much I love it there at Starbucks. What I don't believe I mentioned was how everything is on the go. From the time you start on to the time you clock out, you are constantly moving. On top of it all, I have caught several coworkers talking about me behind my back. I know I'm the new guy, but could you at least wait until I'm not there to talk about me.

So I have the big pressure of learning everything and failing miserably on somethings hanging over my head; on top of home issues that I'm not going to get into; and on top of it all, the one person who I would love to tell about all this, the very person who I used to be able to tell anything to and talk for hours about everthing and anything, I no longer can. I miss this person deeply and there seems to be nothing I can do to bring this person back.

Thus, I go without sleep-again. I get to have my nerves frayed-again. I am going out of my mind and there is nothing I can do about it.

Starbucks

So as of three days ago, I started working at Starbucks. I must say, I enjoy it immensely, esecially because I'm once again working my butt off. The shifts feel long, but they are also over before you realize it. And you would not believe how much there is to learn about coffee. It's crazy. Expect a lot of late night postings from now on, because that's now the only free time that I have.

Other than that, there's not a whole lot going on with me. My back is once again feeling better-tired, but better. No more spasms, which is always a good thing. It's still pretty much the same ol', same ol'. Now that I'm working there, I have zero free time. I'm not complaining, mind you, just noting.

Anywho, that's it for now. If anything good or dramatic happens I will let you guys know. Stay safe out there. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

I hate my back!

So last Thursday, I spent all day helping out my grandfather by doing some much needed yard work. This included weed wacking, sawing up a fallen tree limb, and (what probably caused all of this) picking up two sections of his fence that had fallen in the storm last winter and moving them to a better location. While it was a good work out for the rest of my body, my back didn't appreciate it. At all.

I woke up Friday morning to a not so little sensation I like to call back spasms. Plural. I have had them ever since. And when my back is not spasming, it still hurts. I spent the weekend with a couple friends getting some much needed rest. It helped a little, but low and behold, the pain is back. I've tried stretching and heat and lots of pain medication. It all helps, but the pain and the spasms come back.

I am not a happy camper.

What do Seattle, Chicago, and Boston have in common? All three cities have a baseball team with die hard loyal fans despite their teams records. I, myself, am a Mariners fan and it looks like they might actually stand a chance this year. (Don't' worry, I just knocked on some wood.)

The game tonight, for example had a really bad start. Felix Hernandez, the brilliant starter who the other day pitched the entire game and gave up one hit, gave up a few runs in the first inning before taking himself out of the game. It turns out that he had some tightness in his pitching elbow, which was quite evident. The team was kind of in a slump for most of the game and then almost pulled it out in the seventh inning. For the rest of the game it was intense as to whether or not they would be able to pull it out of the bag. It was close, but they still lost. By the way, they were playing the Minnesota Twins, who basically gave the Mariners a spanking the night before. They almost pulled it through. Almost.

So there you have it. I consider myself a die hard Mariners fan. Say what you will about them, but they have the heart, as well as the skill.

Certainty? In this world nothing is certain but death and taxes. -Benjamin Franklin

So I hate the tax season. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind getting money back from the government every year. But, come on now, are they trying to make it is as confusing as possible? I swear, every year, it seems to get more and more puzzling and nonsensical.

Have you looked at the tax booklet this year? I'm looking at it right now and I'm getting the headache back. All I'm even doing is looking at it and already all the tension is back. There's at least five major forms that you have to fill out, and if you don't know which one that you are supposed to fill out, there is even more confusion. I spent most of last week trying to hunt down a missing W-2 and then trying to figure out which form I have to fill out now that I am a college student with college loans. Oy vey!

Can't there be an easier way? It's all I'm asking.

Love is a many splendid (and frightening) thing

I have been trying to mentally equate what it is like to be in love. I haven't had much success at it (equating), so the best I could come up with is it's a lot like skydiving when you are afraid of heights. All the way up in the plane, your stomach is in your throat, your hands are sweating buckets, and your heart is beating Mach 10. You can't think of anything else, no matter how much you try. And once the plane reaches the right altitude and the door opens, everything you are experiencing is increased tenfold. And yet you still take the plunge.

On the way, you experience turbulence. Lots of turbulence. Everyone tells you that this is normal and all you have to do is just ride it out. You're going to be just fine. This doesn't decrease the turbulence any less, but it does help you get through it. And once you hit a truly smooth patch, you're on top of the world. You're flying without wings. The view is breathtaking and you want to hold onto that moment forever. And then you get more turbulence and you have to remind yourself to just ride it out and that everything will just be okay.

There is also the matter of trust. You are putting all of your faith and trust in that once you pull the cord, the chute will open. Sure, you've heard stories of failed chutes and ripped out cords. But you're already in the air, so you push out all the doubts that are in your head and trust in that cord and in that chute. The last thing you want to do is to lose that trust. Trust me.

So there you have it. That's the best I could come up with. It's the scariest thing that you will experience, the risk is astronomical, but it is all completely worth it. For the view is amazing and the ride is a total rush. Just don't lose the trust of the chute. Your life does depend on it.

Easter Poem
By Pastor John Berggren

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said,
“Child, you must trust Me and wait.”

“Wait? You say, wait!” my indignant reply.
“Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened?
Or have you not heard?
By Faith, I have asked,
And am claiming your Word.”

My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance
And YOU tell me to WAIT?
I’m needing a ‘yes’, a go ahead sign,
Or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.
And Lord, You promised that if we believe
We need but to ask, and we shall receive
And Lord, I’ve been asking, and this is my cry:
I’m weary of asking! I need a reply!

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate.
As my Master replied once again,
“You must trust me and wait.”

So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
And grumbled to God, “So I’m waiting…for what?”

He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And He tenderly said,
“I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give,
And pleased you would be.
You would have what you want-but you wouldn’t know Me.

You’d not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You’d not know the power that I give to the faith;
You’d not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there;
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me.
When darkness and silence were all you could see.
You’d never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You’d know that I give and I save…(for a start),

By you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
The glow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that’s beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.

You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that “My grace is sufficient to you.”
Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,
But Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I’m doing in you!
So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft’ may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still,
“TRUST ME AND WAIT!”

I guess it's kind of fitting the fact that I'm posting a blog on life on Good Friday. I've been thinking about the subject a lot lately. Life can be very confusing at times, and this is definitely one of those times. It's not a roller coaster for me at the moment, but it is more of a struggle.

This probably is making zero sense at the moment and I don't blame you. I haven't been thinking too clearly lately (ask anyone) and I'm not sure if that will change in the near future. I have a full plate and daily it seems to gather more onto it. Life is becoming an overabundance of confusion-both good and bad. I literally wonder each morning when I wake up whether or not if it is going to be a good day or not.

I assure you that the only drug I am taking is caffeine and even that I'm not having as much as I usually do. No, the thing that is driving my life nuts is, well, life. Each day has the greatest potential to be the best day I've lived on this planet and very much the opposite as well. I am very much in love with someone who isn't too fond of my existence. Unrequited love is, I guess, the best way to describe it. And it's making my life a living yo-yo. Which is why I am so turbulent at the moment. Not hostile, mind you, just turbulent.

Anyway, back on the subject of life, I have come to the realization that it all boils down to how you treat your fellow human being. Those who live their life always on the attack are wasting what precious time they have here; and those who spend it showing kindness are spending it wisely. This actually is in reference to a relationship that is not my own, but someone close to me who will go unnamed.

Those who live their life with an eternal chip on their shoulder will never do anything about it because that would require changing who they are. These kind of people are generally easy to spot because they are always trying to pick fights with everyone around them. If you are fortunate, you are able to just avoid them and move on with your life. If you are truly unfortunate, you wind up marrying this person only to realize what kind of a person they really are. Again, I am not naming names.

There honestly is nothing wrong with serving your fellow human being. We are all of the same species, so why not make life easier for one another while we are here. In fact, I find that it is those who spend their lives competely selfless to be the ones who are living it the most. I'm not saying you shouldn't take care of your own needs, I'm just saying that it is always better to live life for someone other than yourself. If more people did just one total random act of kindness, every single day that they live, they will have no regrets when they die.

Anyway, so there you have it. You can either take it or leave it. It's entirely up to you. I hope you guys all have a good Easter and I hope to post again real soon.

Update on my life.

Things have changed since my last post. So much that I'm not even sure where to start. I guess that I should start with the good news. That way if you don't want to hear the bad news, you don't have to wade through it to hear the good news.

First part of the good news. Right after my last post, I got home and discovered that my laptop charger had arrived in the mail and it was for a very paltry sum. Very. The second part of the good news is that I got a job. It's not the bank like I was hoping, but a nearby Starbucks. And not only that, but I will be getting a second interview next week to find out if I will be starting out at an entry level management position.

All right, time for the bad news. A week ago, tomorrow, I was out about about with someone very special to me. She had just gotten back from Mexico on vacation and I was looking forward to spending all day with her. The problem was that I was suffering from some food poisoning. This caused me to, well to be blunt, vomit. First in my own drive way and then in her car. She threw me to the curb and I have yet to hear from her since.

Good riddance, most will and have said. I deserve better than someone who is going to love me and then literally just leave me when I'm down. It just so happens, though, that I am very much in love with her. Still.

We have grown very close over the past few months. We talked repeatedly about how many children would be enough, what kind of wedding that she would like, very serious topics like that. We spent numerous days during the week together and even had a dedicated movie night. I felt closer to her than anyone else. I still do.

Now one would ask why someone would do this to someone else when they had grown so close. This is where I mention the fact that she is not exactly over her ex-boyfriend of five years. He moved on, she did not. Because if she truly had moved on, she would not have done this to me.

Why I am even posting this is that I need to get it all off my chest. I have talked with only relatives about this and I feel that I need to tell a wider audience. If she reads this, which would greatly surprise me because she seems to want nothing to do with me, I hope and literally pray that she will realize what she has done and come back to me.

I know I deserve better. I don't want better. I want her back and I want her back for good.

Happy St. Patrick's Day.

Well, sort of. I know it's tomorrow, but I'm not sure if I will be online then, so I decided to do it a day early. Let's see what's happened since I last blogged.

First off, the power charger on my laptop decided to melt down. Literally. I have since been looking for a new one that isn't going to cost me an arm and a leg. That was a while ago. Since then, getting online has been a hassle, to say the least. Which is why it's been a while since I've posted.

Second, I am in the middle of a career change. I am fed up with retail and have since applied and been interviewed (twice!) for a local bank. Much better hours, much better pay. The thing is is that I don't find out for another seven to ten days. Good times, let me tell you.

Third, I will be getting a car. I would say that I'm getting a new car, but since it was built in the early seventies, it's not so much new. This car used to be my Dad's and I found out from my mother that she is willing to give it to me soon. When she didn't say, just soon. This car is very important to me due to all the memories that are tied with it. It used to be, when I was still in school, that summer didn't start until I washed it for the first time. And now it's mine.

There is something else that is both new and good in my life, but I cannot divulge it at this time. Those who are aware of the situation both know what I'm talking about and why I can't announce it as of yet. But stay posted for when I can.

Anyway, I hope you stay well out there. Have a good weekend.

Cheery bunch, aren't they. Here's an excerpt from the AOL article I got it from:

Astronomers are monitoring an asteroid named Apophis, which has a 1 in 45,000 chance of striking Earth on April 13, 2036.
Although the odds of an impact by this particular asteroid are low, a recent congressional mandate for NASA to upgrade its tracking of near-Earth asteroids is expected to uncover hundreds, if not thousands of threatening space rocks in the near future, former astronaut Rusty Schweickart said.
"It's not just Apophis we're looking at. Every country is at risk. We need a set of general principles to deal with this issue," Schweickart, a member of the Apollo 9 crew that orbited the earth in March 1969, told an American Association for the Advancement of Science conference in San Francisco.
Full article:http://news.aol.com/topnews/articles/_a/un-urged-to-take-on-asteroid-threat/20070218175909990002?ncid=NWS00010000000001

So you got that? First off, 1 in 45,000 are actually really good odds. Better than winning the lotto. Better than being struck by lightning. Probably better than being in a plane crash. Second, it's not like it's the first time. Both Earth and our Moon are littered with craters from past collisions with space rock.

Who should take care of the problem? Good question. The article suggests that the UN should take care of it, but I'm not so sure they have the capability to do it. A joint project between the US, Russia, and China would be much more preferable and probably more successful. Anyway you look at it, someone's got to do something about it. Otherwise your just inviting disaster.

Anyway, not to be all pessimistic, but this is a dire risk that we can't just ignore. And the fact that it is so imminent is even more reason not to ignore this. Because even if this one misses us, it doesn't mean the next one won't.

When you were young...

...there were no limitations. The sky wasn't the limit because there was no limit as to what you could achieve or who you could be. So what happened? Why is it that now we are adults, suddenly there's goals we can't achieve and walls we cannot overcome? What happened between then and now? Is reality so harsh that we are stuck to just one track in life? Or has the loss of youth meant the loss of dreams?
This is it. You're only go around on the carousel that is life. You have your ups, you have your downs. Either way, you move on to the next stage in life. And for the most part, blindly going from one place to the next with no true ambition to actually live life to the fullest.
So I ask all of you out there this question: Is there any way we can once again embrace that part of us that believed anything was possible that we seemed to have lost after puberty? And if so, why aren't we?

Isolation
Friday February 2, 2007 10:38PM

From a simple twist from Fate
I find myself alone
Accompanied only by my thoughts
Left to visit the myriad of regrets
That haunt my sleep and poison my dreams
I am alone

Shipwrecked on the deserted island that is Life
With no help on the horizon
If I were to send smoke signals
It would only clutter up the sky
For no one is looking
My plight is but my own

Alas, but no man is an island
We as a race are a whole
So why is it I am lost in a sea of individuals?
Surrounded by the people who do not see me
And once again, I find myself
Alone.

Are you who you want to be? Is this where you envisioned yourself to be at your age? Have you superceded your own expectations, or are you waiting for life to truly begin? I have asked myself these questions lately in an attempt to evaluate my life. So far, twenty-six seems to be the age of reflection and redirection. No more blind hopes for tomorrow and making plans and not following through with them. That seems to be a real problem for me- to plot something out and then not act upon it. Not sure why I do it either.

No more am I going to stop myself from succeeding, I have thus concluded. I don't need to be my own worst enemy. Why wait for life to begin when you are not living the one that you already have. That is my true goal for this year and for all the ones that follow it. I'm not going to have a better paying job if I don't apply for one. I'm not going to see the world if I don't get on that plane. I'm not going to be published if I don't write that book.

Am I saying that it's not going to be hard work? Of course it's hard work. So much of my life has been about helping others that I haven't truly forced myself to live the life that I want to. I'm sick and tired of setting goals for myself and then not following through with them. No more. But of course, easier said than done. Every journey begins with a single step. It's time for me to put one foot in front of the other.

What started this sudden change of thought, you may ask. I have to say that it has to do with seeing friends of my getting married and starting a family. People I used to joke around with are settling down and getting serious with life. It's my turn. The way I feel is that we have but one go around on this planet and I feel like I'm just collecting dust. I'm not going to be the guy at the ten year reunion who was the same person he was when he graduated. And thirty is just around the corner.

Anyway, I just had to get that off my chest. I hope you guys have a good day. Take care.

Old fart

By the time you read this, I will have turned 26. And let me tell you, it's not pretty this side of 25. My thirties are fast approaching and even before that, I have my first high school reunion to look forward to. I (obviously) still have time before both events and in that time I am (still) planning on not only writing, but publishing my first book. I just wish I knew what it was about.

You see, the delema I currently have is that I have, oh, thirty great starts and that's about it. When it comes to commit in the writing department, I'm what you call lacking. So what I will probably wind up doing is writing a book of short stories. Those seem to be popular right now. Or I could do a poetry one, but I don't have enough poetry. I know, details, details.

Anyway, I just thought I would pass that onto you, my Dear Readers. Feel free to comment if you wish. Just remember what Thumper said.

2007

I have high hopes for this year. It's just begun and it already feels different, in a good sort of way. I've already made out my New Year's Resolutions and this year I actually plan on keeping them. What a concept!
Anyway, one of those is to travel more. Over the last two years, I haven't had much, if any, opportunity to travel and I dearly miss it. I'm one of those people who loves to fly and I already have a couple flights picked out. I need to stretch out my legs and see the country. I need some down time and it's about time to have some.
Another one of my resolutions is to write everyday. So far I have yet to fail, and I consider this post to be my day's ration of writing. It just seems like I don't have as much time to do it as I used to. And when I do have time, my well of creativity is dry. Anyway, enough griping.
I will try and post more this year. Of course I say that every year, but whatever. To my dear and faithful readers, thank you for sticking with me. And to those who are new, welcome.
So may 2007 be a good year and may all of your endevours be successful ones.