One Year of Life Remains

There are many reasons why I'm drawing this biography. One of them is the regret of not having had the foresight to avoid my life's biggest mistakes and the desire to offer my story up to others who may recognize themselves, their desires, their aspirations and recognize the same way of going about things, or recognize the same life choices when they present themselves. Maybe by taking this multi-year trip with me, week after week, they will have observed themselves just that tiny bit more, as to be able to swerve at the last moment and avoid hitting this or that pole. Believe me, it would be worth it. Another reason is for me to take that trip with you. I don't think there's a conclusion, a final judgment, if I get to ever draw the last episode. But as we go on in life we tend to label our past and then kind of refer to the label to make up who we are today. I suppose therapy could be going through the same process I've been going through, and every week focus for the first time in forever on a particular event, particular memory of it, and see the picture that comes out, the immediate reaction, the new understanding so many years later. I am surprised every week and so far honestly the romance version of my past has been disintegrating as it went through my brain cells. And to think that I'm just getting started on my life adventure. So please join me if you're not following already. I would like to have companions with whom to share feedback and ideas. It's deeper than what we normally all do on social, but then do we actually do the deep stuff anymore? That's why I'm doing it on socials.