Happy Belated 25th To Me

Lots has happened in the last couple of days that I can’t put on my public weblog. And since I don’t have an anonymous one, and I want to remember the way I’m feeling now when I read this diary 50 years from today, I guess I can write about the good parts that I’ve taken from this without writing the experience of the bad, and maybe the process of doing that would be constructive for me as well.
Such is the gift of writing, isn’t it?

When I read this diary one day, I hope to remember how I struggled blind in the dark pit that I dug, and then how family helped me to shine a light, and in so doing helped me to find my way out of that pit to find vision and clarity again. And with that clarity came relief, and with relief came peace. Personal peace. :)

I hope to remember how I valued that peace and that sense of self-worth above all else. Affirming that I am that I am. And I hope I still remember today, wherever it is in time that I am reading this again.

I hope to remember how I felt my angels pat me on the back like a job well done for being true. For keeping my conscience clear. And for resisting the urge to let my ego get its revenge.

And I hope I remember how I had the best fucking party of my life.
¼ of a century. Glad I made a bang of it.
Find me my fucking glass and drink it like its H O T.