Hey, you.

That’ll do

I am not going to miss 2013 one little bit. What a fuckup of a year. (and I know fuckups)

Only nine hours to go until I need to remember to type 2014 on everything and we can kiss 2013s ass goodbye.

Thanks to all three or four of ya that are reading along here, I know there hasn’t exactly been much to see around the old blog. I’ve been doing this ten years, and most people would say that’s probably nine years too long.

Surprise surprise, I’m not very good at resolutions, but I saw this one over at PIWTPITT and thought it was worth a shot:

tie a knot, right?

I’m in a pretty rough patch of depression. I know that’s a convoluted phrase, but I picture it like a thick spot in a jungle or maybe a bunch of seaweed in a lake that I’m trying to get through. In my mind it’s a ‘thing’ that I struggle with, and although it (the actual depression) springs from my own mind, I try and find some separation so that I can hack my way through it without poisoning myself.

I’m putting on a pretty okay front, though, a ‘fake it till you make it’ operation. Exercising and eating better (ha!) and trying to sleep enough each night; so no late night movies or other things. Trying hard to be thankful for what I have, taking things in stride, one day at a time. This is manageable.

I just need a sharper machete, I guess.

Visions of sugar plums

I can’t say for sure the last time I was in a church; I do clearly remember the priest ranting that day against homosexuals and television (for promoting that homosexuals were somehow people) and lots of other mean, nasty things, and I left thinking I wasn’t missing much.

Somewhere along the way the simple message of “God is love” seems to have been lost.

Anyway.

I’m not here to rant about church. I may not go there much anymore, but it will always be Christmas to me. And I may have a lot going on, but I still want to say Happy Christmas to y’all. I hope this finds you doing something you love.