For the Glory

Every year I say I'm not going to do this again,
every year I do it anyway.

Burned,
exhausted,
sleep deprived and irritable.

But still this year is immeasurably easier than last year. 

Not nearly as much going on in my non-professional life.

No relationships ending.

Nobody trapped in another country.

No life savings disappearing in a puff of smoke and crooked banking.

No foreclosures.

No homeless relatives.

Just a slight up-tick in the number of people I know who've brassed out this year.


Overall I'm grateful.

I'd love to have her back in my life,
to re-kindle what was lost last year.

But I understand that she's better off in her new situation.

And the fact that I can say that without feeling crippling guilt and depression means that I must be acclimating to this new paradigm.

Life without is still life.

And, while not as beautiful or rewarding as life with was,
it still has it's charms.


So here's to another spring.

Another summer.

Another season passing.


Here's to love and pain and beauty and depression.

Here's to the ones who've gone,
the ones who've yet to go,
and the ones who've turned their backs.

Here's to life,
in all it's fucked up glory.

Slàinte