Saturday, December 31, 2011

Happy...or just new, year.

I used to be the type that would make resolutions, talk about how 'bad' or 'good' a year was, as it comes to an end.  The past few years, but especially this one, have changed that.  I look back at 2011, and see the positive and negative as exactly what they are (or were).  Simply events that occur in a life.  The possibility of foreclosure looming, no steady work in sight, debts from a divorce reaching critical mass with no way to satisfy them, these are the things that I wish were not happening to me, yet I know I am not alone in my problems, and experience and my limited scope of wisdom that I have acquired has taught me that I will survive them, somehow.  These are offset by the joy of each day spent with my daughter, who is the love of my life, being in love with my partner, and being happy to the best of my ability.  Which for me can mean utter bliss one day, and the desire to crawl under a rock and die the next.  I know I am not alone in these circumstances either.  Life, and nature, are in flux, constantly and forever morphing, changing, controlled chaos that extends and manifests in all.  I am just here for that ride.  There is no place I would rather be.  Happy New Year.