December 12th, 2002

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Birthday Thoughts

my mom was surprised to discover how much this b'day was bothering me. Frankly, so was I...and I've been trying to figure out exactly why that is.

I think it's a certain amount of amazement. I don't think I ever expected to live to see 30. During all the time that I was a drug addict, during my years of alcoholism, when I was stabbed in the chest, during life-or-death conflicts, all these times, I had moments where I thought it was over for me. Even later, I looked at myself, and fully expected to be dead by now. I never looked on it as a bad thing, just as a fact.

I know I've screwed up a lot of my life. With one wonderful exception, I can't say I'm pleased with what I've done with it so far. I've had plenty of chances, plenty of opportunities to make myself great, and I've had the resources to do so...but somehow, I didn't. Whether this was laziness or self-defeat, known or unknown, is a soul-search for another time.

The reality, though, is that for all I've screwed myself over, for all the mistakes, for all the times that I have been faced with my own mortality, I'm still here. True, in a material sense, I have little to show for 30 years on the planet, much less than most, and much less than maybe I should. I don't have the education I should, nor the career I'd like, nor the possessions or prestige or position I could have achieved. I don't have the child I always wanted. I have situations which I have no control over, buit which affect me, and which are considerably less than optimum.

But in another sense, I have a wealth beyond my imagining. I have intelligence, wisdom and experience, and it allows me to be the teacher/friend/mentor/psychiatrist/sounding board/confidante I enjoy being. I have friends, some of the best in the world, and I constantly make new ones. I have the love of a beautiful woman, and that love is returned. I have an outlook on life that allows me to deal with anything, and the strength and will to do what needs to be done.

So, maybe that's it. Maybe it's just that, for the first time in forever, I'm faced with something I didn't really expect, and didn't have a 'gameplan' for. That's OK, though. It's nice, for a change, to not know where I'm going, but to just be on the way.

Happy Birthday to me.
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Sleep Schedules

So, I'm trying out this new thing, where I sleep in in two four hour jaunts rather than one eight hour one. I seem to do better that way, just remains to be seen if I can deal with the change of schedule. For instance...no one is awake and up at the moment, and I'm paranoid about waking Di up.

Still, we'll see how it goes.
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Weird Gifts

I was bad...my Mom sent the Xmas presents to us, and I went ahead and opened mine. Well, Mom had said she found something in an antique shop, so I was too curious. Man, sometimes, she gets things really right.

This thing...well, I had to kinda stare at it for a while. It appears to be the foot from a small table or something. The damn thing must weigh five pounds. It's a old claw-and-ball type, but the ball is glass, and rest is brass, with this neat gargoyle face on it. I have no idea what I would do with it, but it's just way too cool.

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