Holy crap. Where in the Sam Hill have you been?
Life. Life in all of it's miserable, joyful, happy, agonizing splendor, that's where.
Five years. Five relatively long years. Just under 10% of my life. Life gets in the way of having a really good fricking time, that's for sure.
So, we're all locked down in our bunkers. Karens of the world, calling 9-1-1 on anyone having a walk down the street, riding a bike, heading out to the cul-de-sac to meet up with neighbors to have a drink (celebratory and otherwise), keeping our six-plus feet apart to break up the cabin fever.
Why the hell not get back to writing my thoughts, my fears, my struggle on a daily basis with life.
Where does one start when you've not posted in five-plus years?
Well, the Chicago Cubs finally won the damn World Series, now ain't that a pip? Of course, living up to that magic year has been a Sisyphean task it seems. Five generations of my family waiting for that moment, only 3 of the generations alive. I thought I'd be a massive puddle of tears on that night, but no, it's was so joyful. Irony of it all was that the game was on what would have been my Grandfather's 100th Birthday if he had still been alive.
Maybe that's what kept the tears from flowing?
Okay, enough for tonight. I need to commit to this again, spill my brain out in digital "ink" and mostly because I do fight demons in my head. Times like these aren't necessarily good if you have those passengers riding along every day and night.
Just need my sanity. I have much to live for so don't think I'm teetering, I'm not.
