Although not quite as funny this time around

I've often wondered when did things go wrong. The exact moment life went from good to bad. When I should have initially changed my circumstances instead of waiting as long as I did.

I've been thinking about my little piece of the web and how the neglect it's suffered boarders on abuse. And that's when I realized the exact date: Monday, August 11, 2008. That was the exact day I stopped living for myself and instead put someone else's needs above my own. It's when I stopped writing.

This leads me to several conclusions:

• Jesus, that was a year ago.
• I stayed in a bad situation for 8 more months before I did anything about it.
• Why would I do that.
• I hope I wouldn't do that again.

In the meantime, everything about my life has changed: new job, new apartment, new furniture, new body (minus one tumor-ridden thyroid; plus a few pounds if I were being really honest), new friends, new boy.

New smile.

New perspective.

So let's try this again.