So I spent an hour or so tonight looking at old MySpace blogs.  I’ll copy paste them all over here eventually, and maybe give an updated comment or two on what I was talking about.  But there are many themes I notice in these things that I feel the need for my older and wiser self to comment on.

Elise, much like CM Punk, has been accepted as my savior.   There are few things worse or more pathetic than a depressed Kevin.  For almost a year I wrote constantly about how upset I was.  A failed relationship, jobs that didn’t work out, many things that didn’t go according to plan.  Then I finally go for what was in front of me for a year, and my life has been awesome ever since.  Hey, 2007 Kevin, guess what?  In 2010 you have a library full of comics!  And you live in your own apartment with a girl who thinks cooking you dinner and watching wrestling is a perfect evening.  Sure, not everything’s perfect.  Life is expensive,  I miss family and friends, and there is no book or comic store within 30 miles of home.  But its also 80 degrees out on April 1st.  I woke  up in my own place, grabbed a book, and had a cup of coffee on the enclosed porch.  That’s not too bad.

If I ever say I’m not sure about writing, punch me in the face.  The one constant in all of this is writing.  Whether it be the Elise from 4-5 years ago who didn’t really know me telling me I’m a good writer.  Or the fact that I have 100s of pages written over the years wondering if I should write (Duh!).  Or that everyone from family and friends, from Chris Jericho himself to my mentor and guru Christine Doran have said they like what I write.

Sure, work sucks while you’re doing it.  But years later, its only the good stuff you remember.  Well, with most places.  Contractor work with Joe?  Fucking awesome.  At the time, it was tiring and frustrating and sometimes I wanted to walk away.  But there’s a lot I’m proud of, and we had some great times.  TJ Maxx, Borders, Aussie Outfitters – all awesome looking back on it.  I have a way too easy job now.  Frustratingly easy.  But when I count to ten and realize its not that bad I enjoy it.

If anything, the more people one knows the better.  Knowing I can call or message people all over the country at any time and they’ll be there for me is a blessing.  Cultivating these, and making more, can only assist me in life.

Yes, I’ll be missing wrestling this weekend.  But I’m not trying to quit my job and I’m not wasting my time on some skank, nor am I depressed.  The sun is out, the words flow through my fingers easier than breath through my lungs.  So I’d say that’s an improvement.

Thanks to you, my readers for always being there for me.  See you back here tomorrow.