I still don't know when I'll be posting more art and writing on dA, but I'm working on it. It's aggravating trying to pull shots from my "good" camera, since I have to use a card reader (that seems to have a short in it or something) for the transfer. I have actually been writing a lot, but not poetry. I have been working on my novels and potential short stories, so I've been pouring my energy into those. Not sure what will become of them, but we'll see.
I've lost some friends this year ... some because they departed this world, others by their choice, others by my choice. I would like to think I have made friends, and I have reconnected with old friends, which is a great feeling. I've struggled with my own perceptions, feelings, emotions ... forgiveness. I have come to realize what should be important, but only because I've made a lot of mistakes to get there. I have made very, very, very poor choices the whole year through. But I would also like to believe I have made sound decisions, as well.
I think, as all of us do whether we admit it or not at some point, I am coming to terms in facing my own mortality. None of us can live forever, only strive to live better and enjoy each moment of this life that we can. I would like to think I have several more good years on this earth, but that certainly isn't up to me. I don't know what tomorrow brings. I don't know if my broken heart will ever heal from the repeated fractures over these past few years from loss, heartache, and my own exorbitant stupidity. But I know I can strive to at least wake up each morning, put a smile on my face no matter what happens ... because this is all we've got, when it comes down to it. And I have a lot to be happy about, and a lot to be thankful for ...
If only my silly self would wake up and realize it.