The purpose of this post is to say that I'm terrified of sleep.
Especially tonight. I can't stand the anticipation of all the things going on in my life, like a potential new job, the stuff going on with my folks, my brother's wedding, my goddaughter being born in a month.
Its all just so exciting and yet, hollow. I'm doing it all alone.
I was published for the first time alone. I was a best man, a conspirator, a great dad, a good son, a terrible grandson, a mediocre brother, a bad friend, and a spectacular dancer
alone.
If I could name 2008, I would call it the year of trials.
Some tests I failed, some I passed simply by surviving. Some things that I thought I had lost, were always right there in front of me. You don't know what you've got til you have to use it to bail your sorry ass out.
I grew up a lot this year, mostly involuntarily.
