2012 was another year of frustration with the sense of failure. I survived death only to be met with a life apparently empty. Ireland was where I found renewed purpose and mission.
Where I am and where I thought I would be are two different things. They are for many people. So what does one do about this?
2012 was a strange year. A year of dying, both literal and metaphorical. This is my take on what to do about it.
Dating in Lubbock sucks, for many reasons. But even trying to have friends here is difficult.
NaNoWriMo, military background, friends in philosophy and decisions. yeah, this post is pretty scattered, but I am feeling that way too.