The last few weeks, few months, have been trying times. I have been told that everything happens for a reason, and I suppose they do. I just wish things that need to happen don’t need to be so painful. But, painful things make us learn from our mistakes, learn about our self, learn about others. Learn things that we never saw before.
As most of you know by now, I am getting divorced. I have moved into my own place, and it isn’t much, but I can barely afford it. I have what I need, and I have a few friends that call or come by to make sure I’m not starving and able to get to the grocery store if I need to, because its really hard to get groceries on a Harley. It’s nice to know who you can count on when things are rough. For those of you that have been here, thank you.
I have a job that I enjoy, and co-workers/managers that I feel I can relate to on some level or another, and that’s always a plus. Even tho I work in the office of a strip club, it’s an environment I feel comfortable in. I don’t have to worry how many times a day the word fuck comes out of my mouth, or in whose direction it ends up shooting out in. That’s always a plus. Especially with my mouth, which I have a hard time controlling. Workin’ on that.
I hope to get back into some of my hobbies that used to make me happy. I plan on taking the Harley and going out for rides with the camera and shooting some photography. The one thing I have always loved passionately was the camera. I should reignite that love affair and see what beauty I may be able to capture in this cat box of a city I live in. There is so much more to this city than the strip, and I think I want to share it with the rest of the world.
I want to reconnect with people I was once close to. For whatever reason, the rest of the world got cut off for a long time. There is no blame being placed for the lack of social interaction. But I plan on resurfacing within the lives of the people I have missed over the last few years. There were some people that made a great and wonderful impact on my life, one of which was lost here recently. It makes me sad the way she left us, and like myself, there are many of us that shared in her friendship left wondering why, and if there was something more that we could have done for her.
Sometimes, life gets the better of us all. We lose touch, we forget about people that don’t make their presence known, and when we try to reconnect sometimes its too late. I fear that it may be that way with some people that I have let fall to the wayside. I hope that certain people that I try to reconnect with will understand that it was nothing they had done, and I hope they forgive me for it. One can only hope.
I plan on making a lot of changes in my life. Good changes. I plan on letting go of the bad and negative things that have brought me down, and embracing new, good things that help to lift me up. Everyone deserves to be happy in life, and those that have the ability to make themselves happy, they should take the wheel and go full speed ahead. Life is too short to spend in a stagnant sideline, waiting for something good to happen. Stand up and wash yourself off, and go after the light that shines, walk thru the door that opens in front of you and see what great things may be on the other side.
Do what makes you happy. Tell those you care bout how much you care, how much they make a difference in your life everyday. Don’t take the love someone gives you for granted, expecting it to always be there, because it may not be. Show the people in your life that matter to you, how much they matter. Tell them what you love about them. Tell them. Because tomorrow may be too late.