I'm going to have to go out on a limb and sort of admit to having no clue what the hell I'm doing next.
I really don't know what I've done to get where I am, I just sort of hope I can keep on doing it. I tried to go back and sort out what the hell happened but I can't. These blogs of mine have followed a fairly certain course over their lifetime, but it's not a through line that makes very much sense. I just don't know.
I can say with a fair bit of certainty that one constant is that I repeatedly find myself lucky enough to be associated with special groups of people. That I find myself lucky enough to be surrounded by an interesting family. That I find myself constantly put in situations which I am invested enough in that I rarely have any other choice but to stick around until their conclusion.
It's really something else.
And of course there is the shit. The shit I go through. The shit I watch so many people I care so much about go through. And the truth is that no matter how horrible it often is that shit can be sort of funny too.
It's funny because it doesn't seem like anyone has any idea that we're all going through one version or another of the exact same shit...and no matter how close we all are we have to constantly deal with standing out there on our own and saying, "I'm still here...and I can still take it."
Hell, maybe funny's not the right word...maybe it's just sad.
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