The Edge Off ’17

One step can take you forward, another can take you back.

As I write this final post of the year, I’ve instructed Alexa to play Stevie Nicks’ gem that made me feel so empowered for the last few decades.

This time, I’m approximately 2,588 and a half miles (if the crow flies, according to Alexa), away from where I originated this blog. Over months, miles and the milieu of this country I live in, so much has happened. I’ve both made and lost friends in the same fashion; personality. I’ve acquired an apartment; a corner of my own world that I share with nobody else.

I’ve likely shared equal amounts of tears between laughter and loss, and the count continues on, I’ve no doubt, where the future is concerned.

By way of employment, the job I have is permanent and steady, the hours fruitful.

However, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking to go rogue, where writing assignments are concerned.

No, I’ve still not published a book. I was strong for a little while in the month of November (thank you, NaNoWriMo, for the little intermittent pep talks), but real life — and the exhaustion of it — side-lined me for a spell. My tenacity may have waned, but it has not died.

I have, however, been able to save a little bit of money here and there, by putting myself on a daily allowance. Whereas in New York, saving anything short of breath was a laughable pipe dream. My state of mind five years ago had me rooted in the belief that I would live out my days there, no longer in need of a driver’s licence. The reality so many years later is that people do change their minds, and priorities do tend to shift along with those brainwaves.

I begin again.

It’s officially 2018 here in Eureka, California. The only thing that has me hopeful is the fact we’ve already completed nearly a year of the jail sentence that is having Drumpf for a lame stand-in as a remote idea of president. Everything beyond that is icing on the store-bought cake.

I will be writing more often, as the schedule at the day job will be abruptly shortened now that the holidays are over.

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Happy New Year to you all. May your 2018 be edgier than your 2017.

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