I've got no traction cause I'm running on ice.
Has it really just been one year? It seems like so much more. At this point one year ago it was the beginning of the end. The end signifying two people's issues which would ultimately result in death. This time last year there were five people I knew that at this point have passed on. This time last year I was unemployed. What a difference a day makes... indeed. But what an intense difference 365 of them make.
Have you ever had the kind of day where you wake up and it's a struggle just to make it the fourteen or fifteen hours that you're awake? Well, I had a years worth of those this past year. I've gone through so many changes and ultimately I feel that it makes me a better and stronger person. I used to be this clingy, needy, whiny, and dare I say "emo" kid. I loved punk rock and to me there was no other kind of music. I dressed in black because it made me feel special and unique. It's too bad I was blinded by the fact that everyone and their mother dress that way now. I've become something that I'm very proud of. I've shed some of the things that were holding me back from being what I truly had the potential to be. In the past year, I've excelled at an instrument, learned the true importance of not allowing others to trample you, and certainly developed an interest in returning to school and attaining a degree in something. I think I will pursue a career in music. I know I have a love-hate relationship with it, but it's good to have a direction.
All I've needed has been consistency in my life. And, yeah yeah, I haven't totally found it quite yet, but I'm on a great track. I don't regret a single thing this year. I do not regret any bad jobs, petty fights, or losses of friends. That's not something that I wish to worry myself with anymore. I've spent the whole year wondering and well... wandering. I've been trapped in a ditch (so to speak) that I dug for myself. But it's time to put my hiking shoes on and get out of there.
So here's to another year. Raise a glass. Let's hope it's a good one. And if I'm still around and the Earth hasn't exploded yet... I'll be back here typing the same old mundane garbage that's really for no one but me next year.
Until next time,
Me
Have you ever had the kind of day where you wake up and it's a struggle just to make it the fourteen or fifteen hours that you're awake? Well, I had a years worth of those this past year. I've gone through so many changes and ultimately I feel that it makes me a better and stronger person. I used to be this clingy, needy, whiny, and dare I say "emo" kid. I loved punk rock and to me there was no other kind of music. I dressed in black because it made me feel special and unique. It's too bad I was blinded by the fact that everyone and their mother dress that way now. I've become something that I'm very proud of. I've shed some of the things that were holding me back from being what I truly had the potential to be. In the past year, I've excelled at an instrument, learned the true importance of not allowing others to trample you, and certainly developed an interest in returning to school and attaining a degree in something. I think I will pursue a career in music. I know I have a love-hate relationship with it, but it's good to have a direction.
All I've needed has been consistency in my life. And, yeah yeah, I haven't totally found it quite yet, but I'm on a great track. I don't regret a single thing this year. I do not regret any bad jobs, petty fights, or losses of friends. That's not something that I wish to worry myself with anymore. I've spent the whole year wondering and well... wandering. I've been trapped in a ditch (so to speak) that I dug for myself. But it's time to put my hiking shoes on and get out of there.
So here's to another year. Raise a glass. Let's hope it's a good one. And if I'm still around and the Earth hasn't exploded yet... I'll be back here typing the same old mundane garbage that's really for no one but me next year.
Until next time,
Me