I have my reasons

I have decided to start all over with this blogging thing.  So many things have changed and happened since the start of Hoodie Stories that it is only appropriate to start off as fresh as can be.  Tonight I am up while the rest of the house is sick. While it is nice to be able to feel good, and not have a fever and all the other unpleasantries that accompany it, I am tired and know that I will not sleep. With that being known, I have sat in front of my computer, searching through old files, trying to figure out all that I can squeeze onto a amazon gift card (as many books as possible without upsetting the wife with too large of an addition to my library), and stumbling across my old blog. I never really thought anyone actually read it. I that Google (1x10^100) tracks every single person to stumbles across it, but did anyone actually read it? I did get the random comment here an there from some family and friends, but did anyone else stick around and actually read it?

With that question looming, I am starting a new one. I do not know if I will maintain it any better than the last one. I started the last one as a place to share and vent all I felt I needed to, and that is probably what will happen here. So without any further discussion I will begin with what will probably be a random selection of my thoughts put down in paragraph form.

The last thing I wrote was published on the 21st of August 2015. It was just something I needed to write down, and this was the medium to which I wrote it to. Now that it has been over a year, I'm not really sure what I want to say. Things are in flux at the moment. Before I continue, my family is fine, my marriage is solid and I am very happy. 

It's this whole responsible adult/father/husband thing. What are the best decisions to be made about this and that for my family. The places I have been, the person I was compared to the person I am, all has changed and yet nothing has. 

It's funny because I did not know what to say after that last paragraph, but as soon as I finished typing I had to take care of someone. I felt that I was going to have to read my book, or maybe try and sleep, but I now have a new since of energy. This is probably a bad thing since I do have to work tomorrow. 

I did get to go to Prescott with my wife for a few days and we loved it. It was just us two and happened to be on my birthday. This was the first time that we have been able to have a few days to ourselves since our honeymoon. It was well spent and worth the wait. We are well rested and needed to be for the impending sickness that has swept the kids and her.

There have been moments in my life that I have been extremely scared and excited at the same time about some decision I was about to make. Now it seems that those moments are not too much different except the scared part is about the consequences that my decision with have on a great number of other people.

I have a dear friend of mine. We used to do the same things and we did it well. We both came to a place in the road of our lives and decided to take different directions. They went one way, I went another. We still keep in contact, but very seldom do we speak. The last time we did was hard. I pray fro them and only wish for them to be free and safe. I can not imagine the kinds of things that they must do to survive, and knowing that these things are part of what keeps my family safe warms my heart. I can only hope that there is an end to it all soon, and that we will see each other again. If you know someone who has seen terrible things in order to keep you safe, who was willing to die (and sometimes hoping for it), in order for you to live your life, thank them. The mental strain and anguish that they go through is almost too much.

It seems that I am passing out in my chair here, this is a good sign. I could use the sleep.