We last left our hero.....

I may be updating this again. But first I need to buy a new suit. Not that has anything to do with the blog itself but I still gotta.

Then again, I may not, depends how bored I am.....

Let me explain. Or rather, let me ramble and there should be a nugget of info or two in the verbal dross.

On Friday I was IM chatting with a co-worker, let's call her Chefette (again, a fake name to protect the innocent. Which probably means I'll have to cook up something for all my co-workers). We were discussing some stuff that happened over a group lunch (sushi) and somehow the conversation turned to writing. She complimented me on my writing ability (paltry at the moment) and asked if I had a blog, so naturally I referred her here. A little reluctantly as I mentioned I had taken a hiatus.

So, I went home and started reading the old entries. It is a classic writing trick: put something together, then put it a way for a while to get some distance. Pick it up again then cringe at spelling mistakes, mixed metaphors and general lack of any literary ability whatsoever. At least that has been my experience.

And there are some cringe worthy entries here. But there is also a pattern.

This entire endeavor was undertaken with two goals in mind:

1. Keep writing, no matter how innocuous the subject material.
2. Keep a kind of on-line diary so I could go back and see what my life was like "back then"

"Back Then" I'd say I was pretty depressed. A litany of "I'm sick, I'm bored, I'm stressed, I'm horny" were the obvious main themes. Up until about a year ago.

With hindsight almost as good as my 20/15 post-surgery peepers, I think it is fair to see that my lack of satisfaction at work (balls out full-of-hate at times) was more of a contributor (facilitator?) than I had previously thought. Physically, stress kills you immune system, so the string of cold after cold makes sense. The lack of motivation as well. And the boredom. And the frustration with everything Ad nauseum.

I'm doing pretty good now.

I am sick at the moment, but that's really because of the fact that I work for an airline. Haven't had a cold since last winter (although my stomach is still trying to kill me). Boredom is still a factor in my life but not as much as it had been. I'm getting out more (i.e. I'm getting out) and even though we just went through hell on a big project at work (with some additional infernal influence for the next while) reading what I had gone through in previous jobs really put it in context. It wasn't bad at all, all thing considered.

So I'm headed to Ixtapa the week after next (finally getting the darn SCUBA cert). This trip I'm actually going to do some of the things to get me out of the hotel bar: surfing, jungle canopy tour etc. Of course I may not, but only if I find something else to amuse myself. Oh, and I'm bringing SPF 60 and a paint roller this time.

The question of course is: am I going to keep this (Random 0) rolling? I don't know. It depends on whether or not I have something to say. Contentment after all is the absence of conflict, which drives almost all narrative. Not much of that around here.

Of course, next year I'm finally buying a house, so I'm sure that will add some pandemonium in my life. In the meantime, when I feel I have have something to say rather than just report, I'll come back here.