It is without fail that the month or two after the end of the year is probably one of the tougher stretches, at least work wise, and also for me emotionally. The winter months have always been a tough. However, for the first time in a while the holidays in ‘09, for me at least, despite some personal stumbles were actually on the whole, rather upbeat. Now, comes that long grind from the first of the year until Memorial day which is when summer, for me leastwise begins.
I am sitting here now, by myself, on Super Sunday reflecting on how adrift I have been since my mother passed (dad died in 1985) in 2004. I am not a momma’s boy or anything like that, but as an adult when you parents die you begin to note your own mortality and more importantly that you have no one to look to for answers. I don’t mean that in the literal sense, but that you have those moments where you could call home. I miss that.Soooo onwards I guess, next in line is doing something about my work.
