Hangin' In

Hang in there babyYou remember those posters from the 70s… the ones with the kitten hanging from a tree branch saying “Hang in there baby!” Whether they were some sort of 70s pep talk or just a fad, it seemed everyone had one.

So did I. It didn’t look anything like the image to the left, of course, but it was this monstrous door-sized poster of a kitty that hung on my bedroom door. I think it said “Hang in there baby… Friday’s coming!” if I’m not mistaken. Even at the ripe young age of 9 or 10 I was living for Fridays.

So I’m hanging in there. My depression that I wrote of earlier has subsided for the most part. I’ve just been dealing with so much lately — death, money, school, health, and the usual day-t0-day rituals of life. Things compound and sometimes it feels like there’s no way out. Oddly enough, work is about the only thing in my life lately that is going very well. Everything else has gone to shit in some way, shape or form.

Thankfully I’ve found a way out of most of my problems. Things will get better. I am feeling much more optimistic about that. I just need to “hang in there” a little while longer.

Thank you for all of your comments and your concern. It means a lot to me.