Ten Years Ago.
For the hell of it. Ten years ago, I was living in Richmond, VA. I was slogging through college and working for E/B. I was in a rat hole apartment, broke, and fighting with Rachel.I didnt have a handle on my personal life, my professional life, a career, my relationship, or anything else for that matter. One could call it a low point. Ten years later, I’m in Portland, Working for MotherFruit, living in a pretty damned nice apartment, way less broke, and not fighting with Meg.
So, my goals since then…
1. Better town. Check!
2. Better job, and possibly a career. Check!
3. Better living space. Check!
4. Less debt, more income. Check!
5. Financial independence. Check!
6. The right girl. Check!
7. Still Snowboarding. Check!
8. Not dead. Check!
9. Apple Certified Macintosh Technician. Check!
10. Happy. Double Check.
I’m in a good place, with an amazing girl, doing what I love, surrounded by people I call friends. I have a busy and hectic life, thats pretty interesting, and a decent amount of fun. My Dad is gone, and so are all my grandparents. but my Mom is still here though, which is good. I could complain, but that would be stupid. I have it good, and my karma rewards me. I know this, and I dont take it for granted.
And, as of this writing, I’ve spent new years with good people. My mother text messaged me a photo from the Kennedy Center of her and my stepfather. I was so proud. I didnt even teach her how to do it. I replied with a picture of us. I think she was overjoyed to have an M&J photo.
Now, It sounds like meg is winding down and getting done for the evening. Time to find my girl, find a pillow, and call it a night. Here’s to a new year
Cross-posted specifically for Zula, The White Grace Jones.