Peace out BITCH!



2017…I don’t know if I have ever been so glad to see a year go sayonora.

I equate you to road trip gone awry via a scenic route along Hell’s Highway.  Good lord! it was a BumPy Ride!…and not in the fun way…

Were you all bad? No. but in the cheesy  throw back hair band sentiment of the 90’s, every 2017 rose had ITS thorn.

Mathematically, this should have been a banner year.  However, no matter how hard I tried to get myself above water, The 2017 current just kept me in a perpetual motion of tread. Literally I felt like I was losing my mind. After much contemplation all I could conclude was something evil must be out to get me. Right?

Sure, I learned a lot about myself and others. No doubt my life hack resourcefulness skills are on point. And, I have to admit in humble amounts I was a witness and a receiver of a few deus ex machina moments. No, they did not come in the form great magnitude or a winning lottery ticket. But, they did strengthen my faith in the fact that no matter what, I will survive. I guess that’s something…

Yet still, why? I can’t figure out what’s not working? Things keep turning out wrong. I could go on and on about my over analyzed, underwhelming and most definitely unglamorous take on last year’s reality. Try to make zen computation and sense of the meaning while huffing and puffing running backwards on the treadmill of my life. Or, I could just say fuck it! Clear the slate and move on.

SO, Peace out 2017. You were a total BITCH!

2018 You’re on notice. I don’t know how or what it looks like. But, I’m ready. Time to recreate the world of my reality in the shade of NEW!



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