Over the course of this blog’s lifespan I have managed to muddy the very essence of its soul with the toxicity of mine. It’s obvious it wasn’t my intention to make this into a seven-days-a-week, all-hours-of-the-day, woe-is-me bitchfest about my loneliness and depression. I’m a thirty-year-old father for fuck kristsake. I’m fifteen years too old to continue like some vapid high schooler when I have an almost-two-year-old son who needs me to keep it together, because heaven knows when his mother will come to the same epiphany as I have: Is this really how I want to embarrass my son? Shouldn’t I embarrass him by acting like a dad instead of some man-child? It doesn’t mean I can’t have fun. Just a different kind of fun.
And every year I say I’m going to abandon the seven-days-a-week, all-hours-of-the-day, woe-is-me bitchfest, but my upkeep isn’t seen through. Every time I turn a corner, I look back and see what’s left behind and what I wished followed me. As you should know, I purchased a book to aid me through this muck and mire to meet my short-term goals of daily positivity (a special thanks to Miss Potatoes for helping with that one). Normally, I don’t believe in self-help books but I always found that Buddhist philosophy actually works to bring my mind to peace. I’m re-incorporating mindful breathing to steer clear of stress and anxiety. And rather than publicly announcing my depression and personal issues, I’m returning them to the written form and tucking them into the bookshelf after I’m done.
So what does this mean for the blog? Well, hopefully it means that the blog will infuse my writing and reading under one roof. Reviews, book hunting updates, a how-to book hunt (finding deals, stalking the aisles of Barnes & Noble to quench the itch, understanding there are other sites than Amazon, etc.), the newly invented Posts by Shaun category, plus other topics of interest (comic book shopping, film watching, music listening) that incorporate my life (while not getting into the dreary aspects of it). And, of course, my creative process.
So here’s to the new year. Forget all that new me, bullshit. Be true to yourself and some good shit will happen…or something like that.
Chapin City Blues 