new beginnings

that sounds terribly trite. . .
(but sometimes i'm trite, so i suppose it's appropriate)

i've had several blogs over the years, that i've started and stopped and started again . . . only to have a fretful fit a few months ago and delete the whole lot of them. ALL OF THEM. every profound or even slightly interesting thing i'd ever written- gone. with the click of a mouse. so now i'm sitting here sulking, wishing i was less impulsive. my impulsiveness gets me into trouble quite frequently. . . most recently i can think of an incident involving a crooked tattoo. but we'll get to that later.

my title comes from my very favorite Bukowski quote-
"What matters most is how well you walk through the fire"

and i believe it. as someone who deals with depression and gloom (which i'm terrible at hiding most of the time) i think THE FIRE is something that has to be walked through every day. and how well i walk through IS important.

so there you go.

hopefully i'll be more faithful to this little endeavour, and a little less heavy handed with the delete key.

-g