Been thinking about whether or not I have the stamina and commitment to get back into university academics again. Especially after reading Thivai’s story. Funny; how twisted are the paths we follow to try to get from point A to point B.

Or maybe not so funny.

I’ve made some great friends online and off, good things have happened over the last few years. And I’m happy and thankful that my poetry book is finally getting published. Thankful for a lot of things, not the least of which is that I’m actually capable of being happy. But frankly, the last half doz. years or so have also been awful. Deaths, divorce, and etc. (I’d rather not discuss “etc.”). And some times I feel it more than others. (No, I’m not even depressed. Just… feeling that groove worn into me, which I know has become part of my being, something that will never smooth out again).