Hibernate

For a long while things were perilous. Also depressing. Add to that maddening. And oh my hell, the tears!  I’m finally over a three year slump that involved Jack Daniel’s, milk based products and a ‘fuck that’ reaction to going to the gym. I’m feeling more like myself once again as opposed to feeling like I’m on the precipice peering down at my demise. It feels good. It also feels like my head isn’t filled to the brim with self-loathing thoughts but now with sudden productivity and ideas. This all probably sounds so hyperbolic and dramatic and I am laughing because I really wish you had residence in my cerrebelum over the last three years. And then you’d be all, “oh damn…” and jump out fearful and crying. Yes. THAT bad. But now I’m better and ready to move the fuck on with things and put my nose to the grindstone. There’s only so much stalling in life until you realize that while you’d love to check out, it continues to move on. Time really does heal all wounds. With that I need some time away from here. Not for nothing though but because there are things I’d like to do and some refashioning and refocusing and all that jazz. But wait! What are you doing December 6th? I’ll have thousands of photos processed and I’ll have more stories than you’ll know what to do with. So will you check back then? Good things are just around the corner. I can’t wait.