I’m going to blog. For a year, maybe more, but at least one year. It will be about what it’s like to be me, living the life i have lived, and trying to live the life that i want to live, as i approach my fiftieth birthday. I don’t think it’s realistic or reasonable to expect myself to write something here every day, so i won’t. What i will do is write often, and hopefully substantively, at least to myself, and ideally to anyone who reads, as well.

I’ve tried to plan it out a bit, but not much. I’ve tried to figure out what i want it to be, but not very hard. I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but i’m committed to the process, and hopefully that becomes apparent. If i happen to get more tech savvy along the way, my family and friends would be as grateful as i. I’ve examined my life and found it worth living, which someone, somewhere, once implied would be the case. So on to the business of it, with life doing what it will, and me navigating the waters with grace and aplomb. Heh.

I’ll leave it public for a while, but that may change.
Love and Peace,

~H~



IMAGE: Brett Jordan

5 thoughts on “Happy Birfday To Me

  1. Someone left the social media door to your room open. I glanced inside inside, embarrassed at first for the invasion of privacy and the clutter. Then, as my eyes adjusted to the darkness I noticed the color of feelings mixed in ways new to me and applied with words was exciting. Rather like a doodle here and Rembrandt there, I wandered about without haste, letting the feelings wash over me as I read your transcripts in no particular order. I feel less like the guilty trespasser than the fortunate patron. I contemplate the changes in hue and texture as it reflects mood and the company you keep. I see the bright energy when “Mania” is blowing in for a mad weekend of debauchery tagging alley walls and staying up late. I feel drawn to the delicate pencil sketches of beauty that scar the walls here and there with insights of fragile depression when “out there” is too much to contemplate… I admire your artistic integrity. Your honesty is out there.

    Mania shook back her hair and copped-
    “Dude. Ain’t nothing but a thang….”
    Anxiety glanced about for witnesses-
    “Fuck sakes man, Pipe DOWN…”
    Depression just sighed…….

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