It's What I Do

I've always written, but usually on e-mail or Facebook or MySpace or when I finally put it all together and wrote my first book. It's what I do, it's what I love. But this is the first time I've created an actual blog per se.

Do I treat it as an online journal and tell you - in "Dear Diary" form - that today I got a fresh fade, stopped by my work to clean up my snail-mail inbox, and tonight am heading to a friend's birthday party in Chula Vista? Do I admit that I bought that friend a gift card at 7-Eleven primarily because I wanted to snag a hot dog too?

Or do I wax poetically about Thanksgiving Day yesterday serving as a reminder that, this year when I thought a dating relationship would work out, it didn't, or that getting ahead financially is going to require some great thought and sacrifice, yet all that matters is when friends take time to text or hang out with me?

The year isn't over but I can tell you that I am pretty much questioning love right now. Yet I am not questioning my love of friends, books, athletics, spirituality, and fun...none of those needing to be mutually exclusive...because they bring me happiness and joy. Lots of it. I am proud that I completed a marathon. I am proud that my speaking career has taken off this year. I am proud that I know probably 50 cell phone numbers by memory.

So as the year closes I'll just keep on laughing, loving, observing, and writing. As long as I have friends, everything else seems secondary.