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On the doorstep of a new year
Dec. 31st, 2004 12:31 amI'm currently sporting a short beard, and it itches. So, sitting here, on Michael and Jen's floor, burning CDs and talking, and thinking just how much I love these people--my friends--I scratch. A bit. But as time goes on, it gets long enough that it doesn't itch so much. Eventually the itching subsides and goes away.
But for the time being, I've been enjoying Julian, Jen and Michael's company quite dearly. It amazes me how much you miss people until you get around them. No matter how much you think you miss them when you're away, it's always so much more when you're near them.
In case I haven't told anyone lately, those around me--my friends--nay, my family: I Love you.
It seems to be that time of year, again, when we all sit back and think about what we've done, and what's yet to come. And really, I'm no different from anyone else, so I'm just as prone to the same self-introspection. But, rather than re-hash thoughts that I've so diligently(mainly for myself)put here for review and relflection, I'll give myself a moment of pure ego, and pat myself on the back for getting to this point.
Things in this year have been hard fought. And for all of my personal ghosts which I've exorcised, and for all the new ones that now haunt me, I have to say that I'm in a better place now--emotionally, spiritually, generally than I was last year. Poorer, perhaps in the fiduciary sense, but much richer in so many ways, too countless to mention.
I've made some mistakes. But then, I'm human, so I'm apt to err...it is who I am, and how I was made by the creator. Imperfect, and yet struggling to become just that. It's a ladder well worth climbing.
I've stood up for myself. Not as often as I should, but I'm mainly fighting my own worst enemy: Me. Sometimes, you see, it's been a simple matter of showing me that I can be right. Or at least can do what's best for me...without undermining myself.
Chances have been taken. Many. And many lost. Rejection, and acceptence, and rewards. I've had to take chances...witouth the possibility of falling, how can you fly? How can *I* fly?
I've held my heart in my hands many times this year. Sometimes, had it tossed back at me, and others embraced. But I've found out that it's pretty resilient at this point. And still beating...and getting stronger by the minute.
Let's see what the new year brings.
( A Semi-Reflective Meme )
But for the time being, I've been enjoying Julian, Jen and Michael's company quite dearly. It amazes me how much you miss people until you get around them. No matter how much you think you miss them when you're away, it's always so much more when you're near them.
In case I haven't told anyone lately, those around me--my friends--nay, my family: I Love you.
It seems to be that time of year, again, when we all sit back and think about what we've done, and what's yet to come. And really, I'm no different from anyone else, so I'm just as prone to the same self-introspection. But, rather than re-hash thoughts that I've so diligently(mainly for myself)put here for review and relflection, I'll give myself a moment of pure ego, and pat myself on the back for getting to this point.
Things in this year have been hard fought. And for all of my personal ghosts which I've exorcised, and for all the new ones that now haunt me, I have to say that I'm in a better place now--emotionally, spiritually, generally than I was last year. Poorer, perhaps in the fiduciary sense, but much richer in so many ways, too countless to mention.
I've made some mistakes. But then, I'm human, so I'm apt to err...it is who I am, and how I was made by the creator. Imperfect, and yet struggling to become just that. It's a ladder well worth climbing.
I've stood up for myself. Not as often as I should, but I'm mainly fighting my own worst enemy: Me. Sometimes, you see, it's been a simple matter of showing me that I can be right. Or at least can do what's best for me...without undermining myself.
Chances have been taken. Many. And many lost. Rejection, and acceptence, and rewards. I've had to take chances...witouth the possibility of falling, how can you fly? How can *I* fly?
I've held my heart in my hands many times this year. Sometimes, had it tossed back at me, and others embraced. But I've found out that it's pretty resilient at this point. And still beating...and getting stronger by the minute.
Let's see what the new year brings.
( A Semi-Reflective Meme )
