Monday was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Although I had some reservations about it, my class in TV Media Performance (TV Newscasting) was cancelled by some eunuch administrator at San Diego College because of "low enrollment." We had ten people in the workshop class and even that was too many because of the one hour allotted by the college for us to utilize the college television studio.

I was taking the class in order to brush up on my media presenting skills in anticipation of finally getting a job in the San Diego media which I would actually enjoy doing, instead of sitting for hours on end doing graphic design which I really don't doing anyway. It was really my first chance to get out of the house and be productive, meet new people, etc., since mom's passing over a year ago. I really felt like I had the rug pulled out from under me AGAIN when I'm trying to do something constructive.

I returned home really downcast, and even dinner didn't seem to go down right. I did go to the gym and benched 310 lbs. which got my mind off of things. I went to bed, woke up crying, etc. It was actually the first time I had the gall about doing something extraordinarily stupid....not that I would do it because I'm such a coward on such things...and that's a good thing.

I got up and went online and was in touch with an old online friend who has gone through a horrible hell himself. I shared what was in my heart and brain when he told me:

One: when we reach the end of all the light that we can see and walk into the unknown... either one of two things will happen there will be something solid for us to stand on, or we will be taught to fly.

Two: life isn't a journey into the grave with the intention of arriving in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up and loudly proclaiming... "WOW! What a ride!"

Definitely another perspective.