Another year has gone by. It’s now New Year’s Day evening of 2019, and I wish I could stand atop some kind of mountain to look down at the past year. It would be nice to see it all as some kind of collage containing snippets and images of the by-gone days. Truthfully there probably wouldn’t be much there, but at least then I could look at it and reminisce about the good times.
My life’s gotten a bit more stable these days. No hospital visits this time around, save for checkups or some tests to be done. However, no overnight stays or any more of that wonderful hospital food that I lived off of for 4 months. The money’s been a bit tight but still manageable. I’m not getting any collections calls or anything, so I’m still better off than when I was with my ex.
Work has changed a fair bit too. I’m no longer part of the transit team, where I started all those years ago. Now I’m part of the medical transportation team, which is a new small group inside the company that chases after insanely big contracts, one or two of which could carry the entire company for the fiscal year. It’s been a challenge but a good one. I actually feel like I’m working again.
I’d like to say some of my other plans came true this year, but they didn’t. ‘Outcast’ still sits in its original recording. I keep telling myself that I’m going to do it, but then get caught up in TV or some video game. By the time I’m ready to record, it’s too fucking late and I’m too tired to begin. I really do need to do it though. I’ve put so much into it that it really should have a chance to fly.
I’m really not sure what 2019 holds for me. I’d like to think that things are going to get better and that the next 12 months will culminate in a magical Christmas season next year. However, I always feel that way around this time of year. I have this bright-eyed vision of how the year’s going to go, and by the time the year ends, I’m once more sitting at my desk, typing out thoughts into a blog.
All I can really say at this point is, let’s see what happens.