December 2015 – Sam's Online Journal

December 31, 2015December 31, 2015

So This Was the Old Year

There was absolutely nothing wrong with 2015, at least from my perspective. The year opened with so much hope and promise, like so many years before it. I went back to therapy because it was necessary, not because I felt lost in an abyss. My children entered the year halfway through the lower grade and … Continue reading So This Was the Old Year

December 30, 2015

The Shadow of Arrogance

Someone once called me cocky, and I took offense to it at the time, but now that I think about it perhaps I was. When did a supreme amount of self-confidence begin to translate to cocky? When did something that is supposed to be good cross the line into bad territory? There is an admittedly … Continue reading The Shadow of Arrogance

December 29, 2015

Two For Tuesday

“I got lost, couldn’t find my way, and I guess there’s nothing more to say. Love can make you blind, make you act so strange, but I’m here and here I will stay.” ~Everyday (Phil Collins) It’s Tuesday evening and I’m listening to Phil Collins because his music soothes me, and I have had a … Continue reading Two For Tuesday

December 28, 2015

On Turning 39

I remember all of my birthdays, starting with the one to commemorate my turning 6. I had a Batman cake that year, and I recall the Batman looked a little wilted, and I said as much to my mother. It was the old school Batman with the non-form fitting suit. In fact, if I’m not … Continue reading On Turning 39

December 26, 2015

Fig Newtons, Dates, & Touchstones

Growing up in my household, we never had Fig Newtons. Either it was the strict adherence to monetary concerns (Fig Newtons were awfully expensive), or the fact that the innards could get stuck in our teeth, or even perhaps due to the sweet nature of the product. I’m not entirely sure of the reasons, but … Continue reading Fig Newtons, Dates, & Touchstones

December 24, 2015December 24, 2015

Twisted Sheets

I remember the phone call like it was yesterday. I was lying on my bed in Tennessee, sweating profusely, twisting the sheets, sporting a full-body set of hives that would have been the talk of the town if I had been outside, and if anyone else had cared about my appearance. As it was I … Continue reading Twisted Sheets