Blogging used to serve some sort of purpose for me.  I haven't been on this site in over a year, much to the dismay of the two followers I have, hence the past tense.  I can't exactly put my finger on it, but there is some element of catharsis in expelling some sort of verbal and emotional musings that will be less read than my high school diary, but can be Googled within three seconds, should I become some sort of anti-Carrie Bradshaw. 

I love the anonymity of the internet.  I think Twitter is ridiculous, but I have an account that I can't bear to delete.  What on earth would I do if a celebrity I worship ends up following me or regurgitating 140 characters that I came up with all by myself?! 

I used to think about meaningful things, like how I was going to change the world, cure exotic illnesses, and end hate.  Then I got a job.  I got a job as a not-writer.  I think the furthest thing from creative writing, daydreams, and hapless hope in society is what I do. I work in a lab at a hospital.  Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love what I do, who I work with, plus the paycheck is awesome, but sometimes I feel like a penguin stranded in the middle of the desert, and sometimes I feel like a howler monkey stuck on a gently-headed nowhere iceberg. 

I have done all sorts of things in the past two years that I didn't dream I'd be doing.  On the banal side, like most normal social creatures, I've had great friends leave this world, and met a few new amazing ones.  I suffered the blows of financial hardship trying to lobby for a job in a recession, and I have landed a dream career at what I, as an agnostic, can only describe as Heaven.  I have worked for the best and the worst.  I've been responsible for the welfare of American soldiers, and started at the bottom of the totem pole taking night classes at community college.  My best friend died, and my mom became my best friend. Then two months later, we buried my step-father.  I've testified at a court hearing where I wasn't a defendant, and pretended to be invisible while driving my un-inspected car past a cop. 

This nonsense of "lucky year '13" is out of hand.  I have watched reporters deliver the news that first and second grade children and their teachers were the victims of a school shooting, then hear that DOMA was repealed.

I guess I haven't been here for two years, because I've been out there living life.  I had, however forgotten that someone in history said something about the "unexamined life" not being worth as much as the examined one.  I should really do something about that.  So much has come my way, I haven't had time to process from one major event before two others have happened.  Tomorrow I am going to redo my bucket list, and examine what life I want to be living.  Right now, I am tired from busy-living, and saving other people's unquestioned existence.  (That was a little bit sarcastic.)

Have a wonderful day, and I hope your day is as amazing as your dreams are.
SKing