Home Again

Two more posts before November ends. (And with it, NaBloPoMo. Woohoo!). I'm not quite sure where 2008 went, but I'll be glad to see the end of it. On the plus side, we elected a president. Which is a big thing that kind of dwarves all my piddly, personal shit. But, dear readers, it's been a tough year--one of those years where nothing came easily, where we lost some loved ones, where I had to fight for stuff, some of which I got, and some of which I didn't. I've had to do a lot of inner exploring this year--to find the strength to keep putting one foot in front of the other on some days, to learn to call bullshit when I saw it, to start to believe in myself and my own capabilities, and to try to work around a white-hot core of anger within me that I've only recently been able to identify. And that anger? It's buried deep--I've got a fur piece to travel before I will be able to let it go and see the world in all sweetness and light. But it explains everything.

So, 2009? Watch out. I'm pissed and I'm taking no more prisoners. Especially no longer myself.