Meeting and reading Chioma (@weird_oo) was one of the high points of my year. Enjoy
With the abysmal way 2010 ended, I wasn’t looking forward to anything in 2011.
Started off rough, this year. I was resigned, taking one day at a time. Days became weeks; weeks, months and before I knew it, March came. Birthday came. The endless comparison of my age to my achievements came. Depression came. I was prepared for a horrid day/week. My family/friends had other plans. Long story short, it was the best birthday I ever had.
As everything else, the euphoria died. Back to life, back to reality. The one thing I really did look forward to was that promised vacation to NY which didn’t happen did it? No, because grandpa went bye-bye. I kind of expected to see the tobacco-chewing guy whenever I came back home, but dear Cosmos, #YouSaidNo.
My best friend, bless his soul, pushed me. Write! Draw! Do something! Stop feeling so fucking sorry for yourself!
Saw and read blogs from links on twitter, decided to start mine, filled with my kind of stories. Didn’t care if people read or not. I wrote anyway.
Made me happy; my own private haven.
People read and liked so much, I got recommended to other people. Suddenly I was I in contact with other writers. I was like a kid in a toy store. At the back of my mind, I was waiting for the euphoria to die and send me back to my drudgery.
Made friends, subdued my agoraphobia long enough to actually meet one. Cool guy.
Days rolled by.
Days to weeks, weeks to months, and now we’re in December.
Days still rolling by.
High points? Low points?
I didn’t plot a graph of my year.
Has it been a good year so far? Despite the ups and downs?
Yes, yes it has.
That is all that matters.
Wendy continues the parade tomorrow. We still have 3 weeks of posts so now would be a good time to subscribe. See you! 🙂