2006-05-01
random thoughts
The scattered journals that tell the story of my life before this blog need to be taken as a group to get a true picture of where and who I was at any given time. One for travels. One for random thoughts. One for whining. One for drug or alcohol induced musings. One for story ideas. One for sexcapades. One for bad poetry.
Since starting this blog, I haven't reached for them as much. (Though I haven't tortured you all with too much bad poetry, and I do try to avoid mentioning matters sexual out of courtesy to G who isn't as keen to have that side of our lives exposed on the internet...and okay for those friends of mine who are about to call me out on that last comment, I admit that I'd rather not discuss them in a forum frequented by my parents, okay?)
Point is that I recently went back and reread some of the musings I was having at the turn of the century and realized something. Then, I had no clue what I was doing in life, but I was mostly having fun doing it. Now I have a pretty good clue about what I'm doing, but I worry about whether it's the right thing to be doing. I'm generally happy enough and realize that working toward a goal is a good thing, but if the world blows up tomorrow I'll really be wishing that I'd taken more time to eat, drink and be merry.
Still, the voice inside my head keeps telling me, "All may yet be very well." I'm choosing to believe it for now. Labels: dose of mikey, g, writing
* posted by me at 12:31 AM
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