As with many of my pursuits, I seem to have grown tired of the attempt to put a blog on this thing every day of this entire year. For me, stopping to write is like stopping to smell the roses. It's something does purposefully just a few times a year, always thinking to one's self how this ought to become a daily, or at least weekly, routine. Yet it never quite does. So it is with music, acting, reading or any of the other random pursuits I have at times given myself fully to in the past, and yet now have to force into an otherwise encumbered lifestyle. I don't promote this negligence. I simply admit to it.
Here is a bit of what I have experienced over the past few months:
The death by suicide of an in-law
A low grade fever that came and went with no other symptoms
The birth of a godson
A situation which for the first time in my life made me lose a little respect for my mother
My first eleven mile run
A very successful record in fantasy football with a team I didn't even draft myself
Nearly 5 months with zero health coverage; now I get it
So, all in all, just another set of months. Could have happened to anybody. Probably did. In my case it did. Looking forward, I get the feeling I might like to head out this year actually putting something in here every now and again. Maybe I'll surpass the century mark, a feat I have been so far unsuccessful at in my prior blog, one which has held on for several more years than this. Regardless, I'm sure it will be fascinating. If nothing else, I'm writing and growing a beard, so the significance of November isn't completely lost on me...
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