And we're back!

You know what? I'm going to spare you the details of the last year of my life - it's probably better than way. I don't suppose anyone really keeps up with this old thing anymore - again, it's probably better that way.

Let's just say I've been...away. Yes, I went away for awhile, but now I'm back. I got myself all wrapped up in this, that, and the other thing, and it started to affect my quality of life and everything I was doing. I can't say I'm totally out of the woods yet, but 2009 has been a bit of a learning experience thus far, and things are finally starting to make sense now.

It's been both familiar and new...both logical and inconceivable...both expected and shocking (I know; I'm being vague, but that's okay).

So what now? Well, I really don't know, but I suppose that's not such a bad thing. What's right now is waiting. That's what I'm doing right this very second - waiting. Waiting for what, you might ask? The next opportunity in my life. I suppose that's sort of an exciting prospect, but it's also pretty stressful to be honest.

Finally, I have some sort of resolution to this chapter of the william harper experience (<---the working title for my memoirs) though, so that's a positive. It was almost like I was stuck in this chapter. I know I wasn't really stuck, but it sure felt that way. It seems like every chapter in my story has some horror-movie-type ending to it, which seems to be somehow connected to my hard-headed, stubborn, cynical nature. I've always ended up learning things the hard way, and as badly as I hate it...and as unexpected as it seems to be everytime it happens, I always come out on the other side a better, more well-rounded person.

See, I understand myself more and more every time a chapter ends in a Friday the 13th style bloodbath, and maybe, just maybe, someday in the future, I'll have the presence of mind and the self-awareness when I come to the fork in the road to take the path to a nice, peaceful mountaintop resort instead of the path to Camp Crystal Lake and the certain destruction that follows.

I'm going to try to keep this thing updated from here on out. Not that it's particularly important to anyone but myself, but writing keeps me sane. It gives me some sort of outlet for all the chaos that happens inside my head every day.

So yeah, here's to writing again, and here's to living again.