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...uplifting update.

I had to sell my house and my truck, shut down my business, put my grandmother in a home, lost my girlfriend to whom I was ready to propose, put on forty pounds, was diagnosed with melanoma and blood poisoning, most of my friends have disappeared, and my dog died, but I finally got my white-trash-dream-car.


So, it has been an extremely trying four year stretch of outright shit, and I'm finally getting to a point where I can start to rebuild my life into something better than it was. For a couple of months now, I had wanted to write a detailed account of the events that have precipitated the above statement, but any attempt has resulted in an extended exercise in self-pity that sounds just like an old country song.

I just read Ridley's May 31 blog and thebeliever's response therein, and it helped to solidify the understanding that a great deal of the horror in recent years could have been avoided (or at least mitigated) had I not had my head so far up my ass...

...and I have put a great deal of effort into blaming myself and those around me for a number of things not within any of our control.
Life, for me, has always been a continuous series of transitions. ...impermanence combined with a relentlessly stubborn clinging to some lingering sense of false stability. It's time I get past that tendency, accept that from time to time shit happens, and move forward accordingly.