New Idea

Happy?
A happier place and time?
Okay, I haven’t been posting much here lately. When I started this blog I had just been through the first of two layoffs that I have experienced since starting it. My at-the-time girlfriend had just moved to Vermont and I was at home alone. Oh, also there was copious amounts of Seagrams 7 being consumed on a nightly basis, and out of this burgeoning alcoholism, the muse began to speak to me regularly (go figure!). I spent nearly a year trying to decide whether I would move to Vermont where I knew one person, or stay in Atlanta, unemployed, where I knew many more people. Inside my head was a rough place to be, and the battleground that was there, combined with the aforementioned alcoholism, led to reglar blog postings of a cerebral/fantastical/metaphorical nature. I was working a lot of things out, and you guys had to be the victims of that process.
Much has changed in my life. I decided to stay in Atlanta. Found a job at the newspaper in town. Found a new girlfriend. Moved… twice! Went through a tough process of trying to cut down on the sauce, six months of therapy and more. I still struggle with periodic depression goblins and have yet to find that elusive paradise of being. In fact, I have become increasingly concerned that such paradise may not exist at all. Overall, however, I have found some way of making a little sense out of it all. I have found a place, where not always happy, I don’t seem to emotionally bounce back and forth all the time.
My friend and sometimes bullpencatcher author, Jeremy, just lauched his personal blog/web site and has been pretty active posting some great stuff there. Through the inspiration of his site and the fact that I have been missing writing a lot, I was pulled back to the bullpen. Through all of the months of inactvity on the blog, I have labored over ideas, felt that I had no time with my ever-expanding work schedule – basically found every excuse not to sit down at the keyboard. The happier place I found myself in didn’t seem to make writing as automatic as it was before, and because of that I couldn’t find the energy to work at it. I am hoping to change all of that a little now.


I am setting some new rules, actually more like leaways, for myself. I won’t be waiting for great emotional epiphanies anymore, no more waiting for critical-depressive-mass gutspillings. I hope to spend more time here writing about smaller things – things outside of myself. Shit goes on all of the time (remember, I work at a newspaper) and if I don’t have anything to say about it, I might as well pack it in right now. I mean look at the idiots who get air time on Fox News! Everyone’s a critic and most of them are saying the stupidest things. I figure I could at least start sharing my stupid opinions as well.
Don’t get me wrong, you haven’t escaped my melancholia for good. When that mood hits, I won’t intentionally keep that door into my head shut. It just probably won’t open as often beacuse a pretty peacefully boring ‘Leave it to Beaver’ family lives there most of the time now.
I hope to post at least one thing a day (at least on weekdays). Please feel free to tell me what you think. or to get on my ass if I seem to be falling down on the job. Or, if you just want to tell me you think I am a putz, that’s okay too.
Okay, that’s enough. Let me find something more interesting to write about.
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