This is my first journal in quite awhile. Come to think of it, this is my first post of any kind in awhile. I figured I’d post something to let all of you who bother to read this that I am in fact still alive. So, a cavil on what’s been going on the last few months.

Work is good. Started out a bit slow, but things have picked up. I love my job, though some days it’s hard to see why: usually around 5am when my alarm goes off. About halfway through the first flight things are better, even if the student is driving me crazy. The day goes by, and when I get home I’m exhausted, but happy.

I didn’t realize how much I liked my job until the past week. The majority of my students are off on solo flights or working with other instructors, so my billable hours have been greatly reduced. I usually bill more hours in one day than I have in the past 4 combined. This has left me a lot of time to sit around and be bored. Those who know me well know I hate few things more than being bored.

In other news, I’m moving out of my apartment and moving in with  bigcatguy This place has been my home for 2 years now, and I am going to miss it. However, I’m really looking forward to living with Vaska. It will be my first time living with another fur, and I’m really excited!

Some of my closer friends have expressed concern over some of my recent tweets regarding some things I’ve been going through. Allow me to allay your fears.

I’m fine.

It really means a lot that those of you who asked about it did so. One can always tell good friends by such things.

Everything I’ve been going through I put myself through. They’re self-induced situations that perhaps got out of control. Nothing serious; nothing dangerous.

I was thinking about it the other day, and I came to a somewhat strange realization. As much as it hurts…makes me want to scream, to cry, to break things…I think deep down there’s a small part of me that likes it.

In my opinion, it’s these little pains, these moments of anger and hurt that make life truly interesting. Being happy is great! Most of the time I am. I wonder, though, if there isn’t a small part of me that gets bored being happy all the time. I wonder if I don’t put myself through these things just for a change, and when it’s over I go back to being happy. Maybe I even appreciate that joy just that little bit more.

Or maybe not. Idle musings: The strange introversion th happens at 5am in the shower. That’s where ll the best thinking happens you know.

So to sum up…new digs come October, and once again and as usual life’s good! I can’t wait until my brother  desertyote gets back to his usual self and we can resume our usual shenanigans. It’s hard not having your beer drinking buddy around.

So until next time (whenever that may be,) remember: “The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts; therefore guard accordingly.” ~Marcus Aurelius