Creative Psychosis

Just in case you thought I had fallen off of the earth, let me verify it for you— you were right. Luckily, gravity has a wonderful quality to it and here I am again. Hooray for meta-depression fueled awareness.

Like a good brothel that draws you back into its loving arms and heaving breasts, blogland is always calling me, looking for an entry of middle-age angst to confuse a web surfer looking for Alice in Chains lyrics.

So I oblige. Know me broken by my master. Heh heh.

You see, I have a whole catalog of half-started blog entries outlining the last two years of my life. Sometimes good titles with no content. Sometimes a story with no ending. Most times a chain of thoughts with half of the links missing.

But this time, it is pretty simple. Change is great, but only if you can ride it into a new self-identity. If you take on too much change though, you could just end up being the same old you with too many things to finish or bring to fruition.

Therefore, new job + new house + new car + surgically repaired wife = same old Sahm. I have to laugh at the irony, and yet I am not surprised. This is my trip, same old one it was back then.