Here's To Friendship

I have never noticed, or maybe it's just that I was so wrapped up in my problems that I was oblivious to this fact, how many true friends I have. In these past few days, I have been bombarded with "I'm sorry things are this way for you," and "If you need me, I'm here" that it has been a bit overwhelming. But I welcome the friendship and support that has been offered and given.

I have known so many of you for such a long time. Some of you I know from High School, some of you from College, and some of you I have met more recently. Some of you, I have only known on this online world, and some of you, I have the pleasure of calling you "Brother," both literally and figuratively. Some of you have known me all my life, in one fasion or another. One or two of you, whether you know it or not, I have had the utmost pleasure in falling in love with you, and after all this time, I can still call you friend.

But whoever you are, however we have met, no matter what our relationship was in the past, I appreciate everything that you have been to me. Whether you are family, friends, fraternity brothers, past lovers, or someone I used to play in a band with, and you know who you are, you will always mean something to me, and you will always have a place my heart. Thank you for your support in these hard times, and I will always be here for you, too.

Brand New Day

Not to plagiarise Sting, but today certainly was a brand new day. Despite the fact that McDonald's ripped me off for a cup of coffee, if you want to call it coffee, and the fact that when I got out of work, I had a flat, everything went better than I had expected.

First day on the new job and I had my first assignment. Of course, when the ads are already built for you, it is easy to swap text or images out as needed, but I did get a new challenge. You will all get to see my handy work in the Real Estate section of the Brownsville Herald this Sunday. And yes, there is a online edition.

Needless to say, contrary to how things have been these last few months, with the isolation and abandon, the anger, the sadness, and general moodiness and depression, I am stable. I am confident. I am happy with how things have turned. This may just be the meds talking, but I don't think I would have gotten the job at the paper if I was still feeling like how I was a month ago. The heavens know that I was having a hard enough time dealing with getting up in the morning, much less having to sit through an interview with a potential employer.

I only wish I had my son here to enjoy this new found hope. He would be the only thing that would make what was a totally awesome day, into a, dare I say, more awesomer day. We shall see what the future may bring. After all, tomorrow will be a brand new day.