I tend to think of my birthday as the New Year, it is for me at least. It is a unit of measurement. It's been almost six months since my last birthday and I'm reading what I wrote on that day, checking in to see how I'm doing. I think this is the first year I've done a reasonable job, I think I could even surpass my expectations, but we'll see:

Each year I begin April 20th(usually hungover) and always with an arbitrary and mildly thoughtful list of goals. This year, however, I am only giving myself the smallest goals (i.e. finish an entire bottle of lotion, keep track of Tupperware). All of these goals are attainable and practical and represent a larger mentality that I am attempting to broaden, minimalism, and an appreciation for the motions of the everyday.

I have and will always have an obsession with mundane things. The mundane is often confused for simplicity, but it is exactly the opposite. Most of what you spend your life doing are ordinary things, but isn’t that what makes them extraordinary? You spend most of your life doing them. Why not enjoy them?

Seriously though...

Okay humans, this is for real. I need a writing space. This is going to be it. I can't promise that it will be good or even interesting, and the fact is that I don't care. I just need to write some of my brainthoughts in a space where other beings can read it so that I do not feel completely alienated. So, enjoy.

Here are a couple of things I’ve realized recently:

You never know when your life will change.
You never know when or if depression will end.
You never know if you are depressed.
You just have to keep doing things, is what Grandmom once told me.
Never underestimate what you think has meaning or what it will take to find yourself.