This is a remarkably personal post, but because so many of you who remain have been reading me for years, perhaps it may give you some insight into who I am and — perhaps — even why I am as I am.
Feel free to skip it — I’m not posting it here, just linking to it — but as the next part of my life begins I thought it was time to finish the last chapter of the previous incarnation, close the book, take it back to the library, and turn in my library card.
I have Netflix now anyway.
My wife and I have been talking about how the world — what I do every day, my fear for my kids’ future, the coming misery of a moribund country’s founding ideals being jettisoned for Utopian fantasy and a welfare society — has been eating at me, and she worries for my health. So part of what we determined I should do is release some of my burdens; appreciate more what I actually have, and essentially (trite as it sounds) control what I can and let the rest slide, at least on the level of taking it all so personally.
This doesn’t mean abandoning passions; it just means that I need to make sure I’m happier, and I can do that by embracing my friends and family more, and fighting the world a little bit less.
Anyway, I don’t do “journaling,” so this is going to have to do in its stead. Feel free to skip it.