Free Palestine.
As I sit her with my sides burning, the tension of my curved spine while I hunch a little to type on my computer this blog entry I only wish that I had done this yesterday. It’s only 1 day behind, Happy New Year everybody.
It’s hard to care about everything going on in the world and enjoy the holidays, so I suppose that’s why I didn’t see many people mentioning what is going on in Gaza, or the Congo, or Ukraine, or Venezuela and Guyana, etc.
Talks about football, being chastised for not giving enough gifts, bringing alcohol no one drank, congratulating people about their movements up and down the corporate ladder, and worrying about bills.
Almost everything else under the sun I talked about and ruminated over but current world events.
Ya’know, the world feels so different when you put down your phone.
But then I got back to Boston,
Back to the guerrilla flyers,
back to the protests,
back to the 24/7 third party coverage.
I hit the ground running.
I’m taking care of a friends dogs,
school starts on the 22nd
I have a dentist appointment to go to,
I need to submit a form to get my associates degree,
and somewhere find the money to pay for classes.
I see 2024 as a year of opportunity, I just have that feeling about it.
A chance to mature financially,
a chance to break free from the few chains that bind me.
I’ve been thinking about my ex, Ingeborg, a lot in the past few weeks since Christmas but not enough to write to her.
I don’t know that she would even care to read what I had to say, but not with just her, I find myself wishing I was still on speaking terms with many people I have loved and lost as I claw tooth and nail to where I am now.
I want to share success with people.
I want to party with all my fiends at once.
I want to stop the yearly ebb and flow of new and old faces that are the crashing waves in the sea of time.
I guess I’m holding on to the past, which is kind of ironic to realize as we enter into a new year,
but it’s not like I’m unable to let go.
I’ve let go,
but perhaps I have further to go to get away from it all.
Peace out cub scouts,
Happy New Year.