Walking with Ghosts

That's what friends are for

As I approach my 36th birthday, I am a bundle of mixed emotions. For the most part, I still believe I live a fairly charmed life. Sure, I am at the worst financial place I have ever been in my life. And yes, my former employer with whom I always thought I could count on for fall-back work now thinks I have a cocaine habit. And yes I did breakdown and file for unemployment this week. And no, I can't pay the majority of my bills right now.

Nonetheless, I am grateful for so many things. We still have roof over our heads. My wife is the most amazing woman on the planet. My family, as crazing and annoying as they can be at times, are still mine, we still all love each other, and I am grateful to have some of them so close to me. My dogs, although sometimes little money-pits with legs, are the sweetest and most loving creatures on the Earth, and they constantly remind me what really matters in life. And my friends... well, my friends are amazing. I am so blessed to have so many good, true blue, real friendships. Not just surface-level acquaintences crap, but real good friends you would give a kidney for. (But hey guys, maybe not right now if you can avoid it!)

So this one is for my friends, especially Krafty, Bean, Biff and Gigi, J&J, and Miss Juju.