This is only a test. A test of the emergency blogcast system. If this were an actual emergency, a series of messages would follow the alert. This is only a test.
This week has been a doozy (understatement). I am far beyond standing on any sort of slopes, slippery or otherwise. Oh no, that slope was way back, and I am fully engulfed in the deep, dark canyon, my loyal readers. Sure, I have my bouts of depression and what-not. Ruts, and wallows, and rough patches. I'm pretty scared this time, to be perfectly honest with you. I am counting WAY too much on future events for my liking. Counting on anything or anyone is never, ever, EVER a good idea. But when I look around me and take stock of everything happening at this moment, boy, I get so lost and tangled up in the bad stuff that is currently consuming me. Yeah...
It is times like this when I wish I could be religious. That somehow Jeebus or Allah or whomever would have all the answers. That everything those books of gibberish say were true. That there would be peace in the valley, and arms accepting me, and that my sins could be one confession away from forgiveness. I, however, am a far harsher critic and judge of myself than any "God" could ever be, and sadly, I am also far less forgiving...
I've been listening to the "Oh Brother Where Art Thou" soundtrack in the car the past couple of days. In spite of my inherent agnosticism/paganism, there is something pretty great about drowning my earballs full of sad, yet beautiful gospel music. Enjoy.
