It's always a laugh to find old journals, whether they be purple marble notebooks collecting dust on a bookshelf, full of plans to woo Andrew Chin or internet blogs so courageously created in hopes that they will be filled and adored...
It's also a bit sad. When and why did I decide that my life wasn't important enough...
2010 has been a lot of going through the motions, but the motions prove to be stable and reliable. I will always have these bills to pay and that dinner to make and this show to watch and this cat to feed. Nothing is ever really smooth sailing, but 2009 was a year of drowning so I'll take whatever upgrade I can get.
I do believe we are all in charge of our own fates, but when life happens and hurts and it has nothing to do with you, you feel the pain. The pain can become you no matter how strong you are.
A number of people passed away, months apart, all close to my heart. Including myself.
But I don't want to go into any of that, because this journal isn't a dusty one anymore and it isn't yesterday anymore. And for that, I count my blessings.
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