Dec 31 2008
I’m tellin’ you…this getting up in the morning stuff feels like it gets more maddening every day. I need a little doooooooooooose of insanity. Or else I will melt into a puddle of KY Jelly. My fingers will turn into slugs. And my nose will become a lizard that speaks in British colloquialisms. Taco Supreme.
Dec 31 2008
You all know me by now–at least I hope. Any of you new readers out there still in the dark? Sorry. Since it’s so late at night right now, and I have to be up early in the morning for work, I can’t post links to previous articles written on my blog to give you a little inside info on the “Wretched Writer”. But I will say this:
It most definitely has been an ‘interesting’ year. ‘Interesting’ as in rough. Difficult.
I’ve been challenged this year–mentally, spiritually, emotionally. Even physically. I won’t lie–it hasn’t been the easiest or best of years. But I’ve certainly learned a lot. I’m still learning. I hope I learn for the best. And not for the worst.
Aside from my regular day job, the grocery store scheduled me from 5 to 12:30 AM. I’ll miss a New Year’s celebration. Not that I’m missing much. These days, celebration has become sort of a shadow, lingering in the back. I’m faced with more important things other than ‘celebrating’. Serious things. So I’m not bitter (although sometimes I think I am).
Which is why I’m writing this post….
My tribute to a new year.
Sorry if I don’t sound as chipper as usual. I’m rather somber right now. My only hope, my only wish–is that this new year brings a sort of retribution, a rising of the ashes, if you will, of my life. Call it a recovery of a life crippled this past year. That would be a triumph. That makes the new year sing for me. That’s my hope.
I don’t hope for a New Year’s Resolution. I hope for the title of this article instead. I want to live again the way I used to before. I want my new year to be really…new.
I want to be renewed. Vindicated.
