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Forever Hate 2008, Always Fine 2009

  • Mood: Cheerful
  • Listening to: Buckcherry - Black Butterfly
  • Reading: Photoshop User [December issue]
  • Watching: One Tree Hill
  • Playing: Tabula Rasa
  • Eating: Old country breakfast
  • Drinking: Kona Javalicious Java
So I sit at this computer, and think on the year it’s has been. As always I looked at my journal entries around this same time last year to gauge what I was thinking. I laugh to myself for the simple fact it’s vastly different today than it was yesteryear. It’s been a banner year [dripping with sarcasm] for me!! Started January on the decline of my marriage, on into it’s disintegration in March. April was a month of scaling back and recovery. In May I treated myself to a trip to Sin City. At the end of June I again traveled to Phoenix to be with people that cared about me. In July I tattooed myself with my mantra: Keep Digging. I used it to buoy myself in times of deep depression. Then it became a chant and a running joke with my social network. For the entire month of August, I spent it living with friends instead of the house. So rejuvenating to be around positive people!! Most of September I spent in the Philippines for my father’s wedding. It was an extraordinary period of personal growth, and recovery. In October I had a paradigm shift in my attitude. November was a time of preparation. December (now) I moved out from my house that I’m currently selling into an apartment with my sister. And that’s where I’m at. I’ll forever hate 2008, and I’ll always [be] fine 2009!!

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