It has occured to me I haven't blogged in quite some time, and for that I apologize and you can take a beer from Pachenga Rick's cooler.
At the end of February I realized that I have lived through truly the SHITTIEST year of my life, but despite all the adversity I was still alive--and had a story to tell.
Here, in order and in a nutshell, are the proverbial details: Jan 2011 I was officiall divorced, 2 weeks later I had to put my 16 year old cat Stinky down, in February we had to face Hospice for my dad and in April we lost him to Lung Cancer (phucking Cancer sucks). In June I lost 3 of my 4 clients for CKPEP, and in August the nutjob of an editor for the magazine I was working for began his descent into questionable behaviour and in mid September he capped it by being jailed & oweing me money. I slipped into the poorhouse (pretty much) & decided it would be a good idea to start a new magazine w 2 people I barely knew. By the end of January 2012 I knew with blazing certinty that was the worst fucking idea and move in my ENTIRE spectacular life, and by the end of February there was a barrage of fuck you, you two are the worst people on the face of this Earth. Hello, life? Space Shuttle Challenger called and they want their firey explosion & disaster back.
Needless to say, between being dirt poor, trying to make a magazine work when no one but yourself seemed to care, and trying to deal with the emotional scars of losing a pet and your hero, and watching your beloved business slip considerably it was a tough chunk of calendar to deal with. I wouldn't call it writer's block in not being able to blog. I would call it fucking Lindsay Lohaning it.
I'm going to save part 2 for another blog, probably tomorrow even. But when I took a look back over the adversity I faced--me, a strong, smart, loving, goofball woman that takes no shit--I realized that I was still breathing. I COULD deal with it. I CAN survive above the garbage that was being hurled at my psyche & world. What shiny object did I see hanging at the end of the bar?
Grab a beer, and check here tomorrow. I promise it's not churchy, God-y, I-ve-been-saved-by-the-Baby-Jesus sort of thing. That's for people who go door to door. Nope, just good ol' being inspired to aspire once again...
