Well, here we are...

 And it's a "here" that made sense eternally.

Been reading blogs of a couple friends of mine, and it had me thinking. It's a nice way to keep up with people when we can't "keep up" with them, when we're unable to share our moments in private conversation and close contact. And it's nice, to have that little window to the people who matter to us.

For me, it's some of that that brings me to this, but it's another bit. I'm coming out of a real bad stretch of life, and everything is a struggle. Existence is being re-learned, after having been in survival mode for years, and then a medication carousel that I'm still on. And I've been encouraged to write down my thoughts. Some are only for me, by necessity, but I also want to store these ramblings, somewhere, for posterity.

 Maybe it'll help someone, sometime. But that's not really the point. It's a little window in, for when I can't quite explain it, and need to just let it out. I'll have it, for my own peace of mind. And if anyone else wants to have a peek in and see how ol' Greg is doing behind the half-cocked grin and hazy eyes.

 Tonight, I'm sitting here, contemplating where I've been, and how far I've come. There will be exposition aplenty about that, but for now, suffice it to say that I don't recall ever seeing it for what it is before now. I've got all the things I wanted out of life, a loving family, friends who have become part of that family, and the time and freedom to enjoy those things fully. I'm poor as shit, but I'm rich beyond imagine. I have been playing the game as if I'm behind, but I've been at the finish line the whole time.

And I'm just getting warmed up.

 

 

 

 



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