I’ve also decided to write more often in blog form. I think part of the issue that kept me from posting here is that I thought I needed some kind of long-form article or idea to justify posting. But I started this site nearly 20 years ago to just post random stuff. It could be a rant, or an article, or news, creative writing of all description, etc. I think going back to that would give me more opportunity to get back into the practice. It’s a meaningful pursuit, I think, and one that better utilizes the infrastructure I’ve been maintaining all these years. I mean… it’s in the name after all: Web Log. It really doesn’t have to be any more than that.
On the cusp of my 41st birthday, it’s inevitable that a certain amount of melancholy or nostalgic regret seizes my attention. At least, that’s the cold and clinical way I’d normally frame it, given my disposition. In reality, being 40 wasn’t so bad. My life is decidedly not perfect, but perfect is the enemy of good.
It’s hard not to consider though, the path that led me here.
At precisely 11:16PM tonight, I’ll have persisted upon this world for a grand-total of three decades. To understand the true significance of this, I believe I should clarify.
It’s been a long week, and my vacation is finally over. Late Saturday night, early Sunday morning–either tell me it’s a weekend just like any other. I relaxed, I finally got the chance to enjoy Wicked, and I tooled around downtown gulping food I don’t deserve with a woman equally beyond my reach. I got drunk, I got sick, I had fun, and I’ve got little to show for it but some new rattles in my empty head.