It is 2015.   A new year, still with that new year smell.  A little past the halfway mark of January, and all those diets are fading, the ellipticals at the gym are emptying out; renewal gradually settles into routine. As per usual, I am behind the curve, and I am shouting “Charge!” just as everyone else is getting comfortable.

I tried this last year, and got nowhere.  Partly because of life exploding, but also because the few times I did write something, I was discouraged by what came out.  The morose and mopey excuse for introspection did not endear me to the process or foster further attempts.  My natural tendency is to avoid exposure, but I actively disliked the notion of people reading what I had written.Therefore, I am going to attempt a more positive mindset for my posts, or at least to present misery in a more humorous fashion.  Perhaps then… perhaps… there will be posts this year dated later than March.

No promises.

That said, the struggle is real and I am bad with words in a long form setting.  Guidance in this area is wanted.

But for now, here it is. Some pile of words thrown together to prop up the front page and make testing out themes easier.  Don’t kid yourself, post. We both knew what this was.