It's spring break, my family is gone and I am left behind. They're in Florida at Disney World for their first time and I am in Raleigh...alone, like totally alone. I wish I could there to experience what will be a life long memory for them (like all their first roller coasters). I'm glad that Liz keeps posting pictures, because I get to live vicariously through that and imagine their joy at the whole experience.
This is what separation feels like. They're having fun on spring break and I have to stay back and work at a job I do not want to be working. Welcome to my struggle of moving to a place without a job prospect and trying to start all over again. Such a romantic notion, but I didn't know it was going to be so tough, but it has been. I've made some great friends here (even more shallow social media relationships. People that just want to peep, but never ever wanting to engage in real life) and haven't regretted the move here. There's…
Life can be a bitch, but you just have to keep keepin' on; shake it off and move along.
Adversity. It happens to all of us, every single person. Yours is different from mine and vice versa. No one person has it worse, per se, and someone else's struggle doesn't minimize another's. Although there is some shit I have never, nor do I ever hope, to experience I can say I can relate to having to move through tough experiences. That's something we can all relate to.
Some shit happened in my life recently that really stirred me up inside about all of this. Allow me to explain and share one dimension of my life with you...my father.
My father is a unique man. I don't think I have met anyone quite like him, although I know some of you will know someone close to you exactly like him. How shall I start? In no particular order, allow me to spew some random factoids out there:
Parent's divorced when I was 8 yrs. old.He made it really hard on me and made me feel l…
As in traditional end-of-the-year reflections, let's recap shall we? (Commentary is at the bottom)
This time last year, my wife and I were at our wits end with each other living in the same house. We toughed out the holidays together, so as not to ruin the holidays for our entire family.I moved out of the house at the beginning of the year and began to live entirely on my own for the first time in my life. I always had roommates, never an entire situation all by myself. Had the worst conversation with my kids, having had to break the news to them that their mom and I breaking up. That sucked...to say the least. Worked as a server after an 18 year hiatus at The Angus Barn. Met some incredible people there (also some bad ones. Such is the way of the service industry). Battled through anxiety, loneliness and overwhelming stress. Battled through ongoing legal bullshit with my former business.Worked long nights, had early mornings. 12 hou…