Catching up

I used to tell my friend, Pandora, that she needed to blog so that she could have a relatively safe venue to really express herself. Its kind of funny that she has taken to it like a fish to water, where as I, the so called writer, have avoided doing the same. I'm sure that she would, and will, have plenty to say about that and what it says about me. And I'm sure that most of it would be true.

Life has been heading down an increasingly dark path, and I have so few people that I can really talk to, so I will make a late New Year's resolution: I will spend more time here and better express the things going on in my life. Sadly, only one person is ever likely to read any of this. Maybe it's some kind of commentary on my life that I have so very few people I really trust enough to call friend. I've been doing a lot of reflecting lately, and I don't see much to feel very pleased about.

To be honest, I want two things. One is to close the doors of my root cellar and just shut out the world. Secondly, I also want someone to break through the doors of the root cellar, take my hand and tell me that it's going to be ok, I really will get out of this mess alive. Even though I know that's just a pretty lie.

Hopefully, we will talk again, soon.