NEW YEARS EVE!!!
Mumford&Sons - I Will Wait
My, my... look at the time....
I do b'lieve that the lions' share of my posting happens on or after midnight on any given night; be it workday, holiday, or whatever day that the bug has settled squarely on my mind.
It's officially New Years Eve.
I sit in my living room with my 40 inch Samsung TV/computer monitor helping me burn the dregs of the midnight oil, lights lit, music playing (At a quasi-respectable volume... it IS almost 4 am and I have some neighbours... I think) and I'm trying to wrestle through some of the big things that are in front of me.
I fear this blog may slip sideways into 'Rantsville' at some point. You know... where the hillbilly cousins live that no one wants to admit they're related to. Yeah. That.
First off, let us clear the formalities. Happy Holidays! We all know how I feel about said Holidays of course ...
I Spent my holiday (Yes, I took Pre/Post Christmas off as I do every year) simply hiding from the world. Christmas was and continues to be my not favorite time for numerous reasons that I could rant-launch into ad nauseum.
Lets Coles Notes it and simply say that My Christmas Tree.. IF it gets erected (heh heh heh, I said... erected), is used primarily as an extra, pretty lamp. This year it did not go up. I'm not feeling settled in this new place I live (6 months in)... I dont want to try and do any nesting for the time being. More about this later, If I dont ramble away all the good bits beforehand.
I have missed writing these past couple of months, for numerous reasons; Mainly work related. I know if I start down that road, I'll quickly end up that crazy, wild haired, toothless, shoeless, insane-o, Bible tosser kicking his heels together and scavenging for KFC in Hefty Cinch Sacks in the scuzzy side alley of aforementioned road.
(Okay, so my endorsements have been subtlely placed)
I'm rusty. Im not getting rusty in my writing. I'm there. I'm that gate that's squealing so loudly that dogs start howling and going bonkers the next street over, the pair of scissors that. refuses. to. open.
Went for lunch with my oldest friend who is back in town from Japan
I took this picture!!
He lives there! Well, not IN the castle, but in the 'Village' that surrounds this Historic site. And by village I mean only a mere (Scoffing) 80 000 or so people. I loved it there... but alas, I digress!
So we were chatting over lunch and he straight shot it to me.. I need to be writing. Enough talking. Start doing, and he was/is absolutely right. More so than he realizes.
I have already, unbeknownst to him, started down that road with trying to get my bony ass into some Schooling, and trying to get these rusty tools out of the shed and lubricated, even marginally.
Writing-It's like riding a bike, right? you never forget, right? Guys? Anyone?!
So! Here I am, working atrophied muscles, thinking about a vague and hazy future, planning big and little things and resolute in my resolutions.
-Keep on writing.
-Work on that damn Black Belt
-Pick a future and start working on it
-School. Just do it, ya wimp
-Buy a house/Car? Still unclear on that one.
So now I neatly tie in the whole 'Not-settling-into-my-current-abode' business. Pretty slick, right? Buying a house would mess with things you see.
Also, buying a house not anywhere near Manitoba, Canada would further complicate things I'd guess.
Writing is cathartic for me, it always has been. I enjoy it, and fear losing that joy if/when this becomes a job or work or whatever and I'm not sure I'd be cool with that, but what the hell.. I have to try something, I need a change like deserts need rain.
I know a few things;
-We all struggle with our demons, and some hide it better than others
-Life is hard. There were never any guarantees of anything less than that
-We are truly "The masters of our destiny, the captains of our souls" as Invictus proclaims against the darkness.
We would do well to remember that last one. It seems to get forgotten too often these days. Change is simply a decision away, the details will sort themselves out. They always do.
Been playing guitar a lot lately... I've missed you sweet music, even if I didn't miss those damned steel strings shredding my fingertips. Labours of love.
I started this blog with a link to a fantastic song I have learned how to play. "I Will Wait" by Mumford and Sons. Such an excellent song! I can't say what I may be waiting for any longer, I fear I may have in fact forgotten what that might be. A lost love? Another chance at some glory? A hope? .... a lyric to a song?
Perhaps only that. Perhaps.
Today I write to update everyone here, as well as to simply log in and 'do'. Life passes whether we want it to or not, whether we are doing, watching, or hiding... life will roll onward. Stephen King says it best "Time passes. It's the last real magic left in the world."
I couldn't agree any more.
I'll leave you with another Stephen King quote, from my all time favorite book as well as movie, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption (Book title)
Or simply ShawShank Redemption, if the moving picture shows are more your thing....
Remember, Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend. Andy....---
I find I'm so excited that I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel. A free man at a start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope. --- Get busy living, or get busy dying. That's god damn right.
Okay, so that was a sloppy mish-mash of a few quotes, but it all points a big neon arrow in the same direction. Life is out there.... choose to live it or die.... but never lose hope.
Now it is forty minutes later and I should be crawling into bed soon. My body simply enjoys the night and acclimates to it every single vacation I ever take. Nuisance!!
You all sleep as I write this. It's a somewhat tender thought to think of you all warm and comfortable in your beds, the day not yet born but just crowning with potential. It's a big one, but truly... every day is a big one so lets act accordingly.
PS-Dont drive like assholes, people. What the hell has happened to this city...
Okay okay, I'll sign off before the rant rears it's ugly Medusa-like head!
Cheers and Rock it out folks, It's a new day!
My, my... look at the time....
I do b'lieve that the lions' share of my posting happens on or after midnight on any given night; be it workday, holiday, or whatever day that the bug has settled squarely on my mind.
It's officially New Years Eve.
I sit in my living room with my 40 inch Samsung TV/computer monitor helping me burn the dregs of the midnight oil, lights lit, music playing (At a quasi-respectable volume... it IS almost 4 am and I have some neighbours... I think) and I'm trying to wrestle through some of the big things that are in front of me.
I fear this blog may slip sideways into 'Rantsville' at some point. You know... where the hillbilly cousins live that no one wants to admit they're related to. Yeah. That.
First off, let us clear the formalities. Happy Holidays! We all know how I feel about said Holidays of course ...
Lets Coles Notes it and simply say that My Christmas Tree.. IF it gets erected (heh heh heh, I said... erected), is used primarily as an extra, pretty lamp. This year it did not go up. I'm not feeling settled in this new place I live (6 months in)... I dont want to try and do any nesting for the time being. More about this later, If I dont ramble away all the good bits beforehand.
I have missed writing these past couple of months, for numerous reasons; Mainly work related. I know if I start down that road, I'll quickly end up that crazy, wild haired, toothless, shoeless, insane-o, Bible tosser kicking his heels together and scavenging for KFC in Hefty Cinch Sacks in the scuzzy side alley of aforementioned road.
(Okay, so my endorsements have been subtlely placed)
I'm rusty. Im not getting rusty in my writing. I'm there. I'm that gate that's squealing so loudly that dogs start howling and going bonkers the next street over, the pair of scissors that. refuses. to. open.
Went for lunch with my oldest friend who is back in town from Japan
He lives there! Well, not IN the castle, but in the 'Village' that surrounds this Historic site. And by village I mean only a mere (Scoffing) 80 000 or so people. I loved it there... but alas, I digress!
So we were chatting over lunch and he straight shot it to me.. I need to be writing. Enough talking. Start doing, and he was/is absolutely right. More so than he realizes.
I have already, unbeknownst to him, started down that road with trying to get my bony ass into some Schooling, and trying to get these rusty tools out of the shed and lubricated, even marginally.
So! Here I am, working atrophied muscles, thinking about a vague and hazy future, planning big and little things and resolute in my resolutions.
-Keep on writing.
-Work on that damn Black Belt
-Pick a future and start working on it
-School. Just do it, ya wimp
-Buy a house/Car? Still unclear on that one.
So now I neatly tie in the whole 'Not-settling-into-my-current-abode' business. Pretty slick, right? Buying a house would mess with things you see.
Also, buying a house not anywhere near Manitoba, Canada would further complicate things I'd guess.
Writing is cathartic for me, it always has been. I enjoy it, and fear losing that joy if/when this becomes a job or work or whatever and I'm not sure I'd be cool with that, but what the hell.. I have to try something, I need a change like deserts need rain.
I know a few things;
-We all struggle with our demons, and some hide it better than others
-Life is hard. There were never any guarantees of anything less than that
-We are truly "The masters of our destiny, the captains of our souls" as Invictus proclaims against the darkness.
We would do well to remember that last one. It seems to get forgotten too often these days. Change is simply a decision away, the details will sort themselves out. They always do.
Been playing guitar a lot lately... I've missed you sweet music, even if I didn't miss those damned steel strings shredding my fingertips. Labours of love.
I started this blog with a link to a fantastic song I have learned how to play. "I Will Wait" by Mumford and Sons. Such an excellent song! I can't say what I may be waiting for any longer, I fear I may have in fact forgotten what that might be. A lost love? Another chance at some glory? A hope? .... a lyric to a song?
Perhaps only that. Perhaps.
Today I write to update everyone here, as well as to simply log in and 'do'. Life passes whether we want it to or not, whether we are doing, watching, or hiding... life will roll onward. Stephen King says it best "Time passes. It's the last real magic left in the world."
I couldn't agree any more.
I'll leave you with another Stephen King quote, from my all time favorite book as well as movie, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption (Book title)
Remember, Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend. Andy....---
I find I'm so excited that I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel. A free man at a start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope. --- Get busy living, or get busy dying. That's god damn right.
Okay, so that was a sloppy mish-mash of a few quotes, but it all points a big neon arrow in the same direction. Life is out there.... choose to live it or die.... but never lose hope.
Now it is forty minutes later and I should be crawling into bed soon. My body simply enjoys the night and acclimates to it every single vacation I ever take. Nuisance!!
You all sleep as I write this. It's a somewhat tender thought to think of you all warm and comfortable in your beds, the day not yet born but just crowning with potential. It's a big one, but truly... every day is a big one so lets act accordingly.
PS-Dont drive like assholes, people. What the hell has happened to this city...
Okay okay, I'll sign off before the rant rears it's ugly Medusa-like head!
Cheers and Rock it out folks, It's a new day!
Comments