Happy New Year

As I sit here, my little labbook turned journal strangely misplaced, I toast to Firefly and wonder about the past.

It has been an intriguing year. I've been through a lot, I think, and soon, it seems, recovery may be on the horizon. Plenty of bruises, lots of yelling, many many concerts, more yelling, a few cold stares filled with sorrow and disappointment, at least two broken hearts and not enough band-aids for any of them, a challenged friendship, a short-lived romance, a straying faith, a light at the end of the tunnel, a separation from family, and then a big embrace back into the folds. (no, I'm not done) Perhaps it's the way that alchohol can so readily mitigate my weary mind, but even a glass and a half fools my brain into thinking I am mildly intoxicated (though I am certain, "It's all in my head"). Anyway, I am sounding a tad morose in my list.

I have had joy, and a real, almost giddy, sense of belonging, followed by the heavy sigh of barely scraping by through the year, and then a resounding yell of triumph over an A- in Geograpy, that used to be a D+. A lack of poetry at this closing, and not nearly enough writing, far too many video games, a dash of insanity here and there, worry with every stare, understanding in every glare (poetry, ha!). I made some promises I didn't keep, got drunk once and felt it, and got kicked in the head about three times...but I'm still up, and I know there is someone that still loves me.

So happy new year. Resolutions:

Fight the old habits (nail-biting, I will defeat you yet!)
Work harder on getting a six-pack
Become a respectable tuba-player and a balanced musician and composer
Keep my word
And give out more hugs than anyone can count.

Thanks for the read. Have a great night, and don't get too drunk. Hahaha.
Over and Out,
Adam