Undisciplined Drive

A lot has happened. Time, that crafty wizard, slunk by me with torpedic speed. My girlfriend and I broke up, I became a bartender, Christmas is almost here, and the world spins as it ever did. Tumult upon tumult, the ever-changing sameness.

This blog was never meant to be overtly personal, but one cannot divorce lessons learned from life lived. So I tell you a tidbit about myself (a morsel here, a smidgen there), and maybe you'll piece together a picture of me. A picture of imperfection and process and arrogance and hope. Maybe your vision is better than mine, and you'll catch another essence, or another trait (please tell if you do). And hopefully, amidst it all, the lessons catch like wildfire, or at least a bad cold.

It's stormy outside, befitting my mood. I am either a weather god, or the seasons are doing as they're told, melting into one another and generating polite conversation. So, they're stormy because of the tilt of the earth and the decree of the divine, but why is my mood brooding and mopey? Well, discipline has rather gone the way of the dinosaur in my life, and that grieves me. There's the girlfriend thing, which doesn't help, and of course, I'm not reading as much.

I could really use Someone who cares right now. And whadya know? He's here.