It’s been awhile since I’ve written here. After getting shoved by serendipity and then smacked by bad karma, I’ve had to recharge and figure out what the hell happened.
You can know all the rules of life. You can do everything right. You can say the right things. You can close in at the right time. You can back off at the right time. And, with all of that, you can still lose.
That’s life. I wish it was as clear cut as writing code but such predictability would suck worse than life can do as an unpredictable entity. It would be far worse.
If the reader thinks I’m writing about love then, yeah, that’s partly right. Unfortunately, I’m also talking about a bunch of other things.
2003 started by pounding me down to the mat and then kicking me after the fall. I regained control around the beginning of summer. Knocked out my student debt ($17K) by August. Made some nice dough in my primary business and the second company I work for is poised for serious liftoff. Near the end, serendipity struck and it was good. Then serendipity left for unknown reasons. No matter, it was good. And I’m pretty positive that I screwed it up.
So the year started badly, cruised peacefully in the middle months, rocked financially and ended debt free and with a kiss. Break even? Maybe I finished in the black.
In 2004, I think I need to–primarily–not forget my Buddhist principles around women. The energy that flows out of me from my spiritual practice is clearly an object of attraction. Straying from the Eight Fold Path makes life more difficult than it has to be. Beyond keeping my mind in check when my heart is spinning, I think I need to watch out for some serious storm clouds and make sure I have the health to endure.
Of the more earthly pursuits, I want Treyonics to succeed because renting cell phones has no future. I want the Lake Worth pool to get a heater and a lift. I want Cyberista to flourish under her new Aussie leadership. And, for the completely insane random desire, I want a 64 Impala convertible with wheelchair lift, hand controls and a subwoofer capable of destroying the pyramids. Add a few honeys with a case of Mo’ Wet and what else is necessary in this world?
Everything is going to be ok this year.
