Ah, the annual report. Seems I was a bit pissy last year. Don't know why, don't care. It was what it was.
New job this year. Not a monumental difference, but this one's not killing me with the death of a thousand cuts . . . i.e., I come home with some energy and the ability to do more than just recover from the job. It's up to me to take advantage of that. So far, so good. I celebrated my first week of non-obscene holiday season working hours by writing a big chunk of crap and recording a new song I am rather fond of. A true memorial indeed!
Sometimes I feel like I'm in my early thirties, and just lagging behind. I have ideas, I've always had ideas . . . now, I know what I can do with my life. I have a plan with a main strategy and a secondary strategy, and both seem (simultaneously) executable. Kinda wish I would have figured this out twenty years ago, but it is what it is: and chances are, knowing where I was twenty years ago, I wouldn't have been able to pull this off back then. It's just . . . well, now there's a little bit more urgency to get something done. Time doesn't seem infinite anymore, even though it feels like I still have plenty of it.
Plenty of time? It wasn't that long ago that I turned forty, seems like . . .
The one thing I am starting to understand fully is the gift of age. It sort of snuck up on me, but I am feeling the depths of my age, and that (mostly) makes me very happy. It turns out that most of what I want out of life will come to me of its own accord, if only I am diligent in living the life I think is right. It doesn't make it easy, but what is?
Anyway, more crashing generalities (just like in years past), but there you have it. This ain't no damn confessional. I am grateful for my wife Sharri, my good friends (and they are many), and my family. I am looking forward to the future with growing impatience: I am just happy to greet every new day, even if it takes me forever to get out of bed to do it.