It’s almost 2017. 2016 has been…rough. In a lot of ways. The new year is looming like a battlefront, and I finally feel like I’m in the kind of place where I can face it head on.
I’ve been journaling most of my life. In 8th grade I kept a journal in a cheap spiral bound sketchbook, and most of the entries chronicled my huge crush on, and then early relationship with, the first guy I ever loved. During my teen years and early 20’s in high school and college I kept a Livejournal, which is both extremely embarrassing and heartbreaking to look through now. When I landed my first office job I started making journal comics and eventually had enough to combine into my first book. So I’ve been around the blogging block before. The only difference is that now, rather than using my journals to push through my issues with depression and loneliness, I want to reflect. My journals were always something I used to react to and cope with my emotions, but for the first time I feel stable enough to look at my life with clarity and fair-mindedness. I still feel many of the things I felt in my first quarter century of existence but now I know how to feel with them in a healthier way.
I’m 27. The last and only guy I ever dated seriously was in 2004. I love art and music. I love swimming and dancing and ice skating. I work out several times a week. I love to travel. I love my friends and I love making new ones. I want to move across the country. I eventually want to move to a different country. I want to learn to speak and read two other languages. I’ve learned that certain foods don’t agree with my stomach (or skin). My perfect date would be to the aquarium. I have a cowlick on the right side of my forehead hairline. I have a bad habit of biting my cuticles. I love nice clothes. I don’t really drink often but my favorite is Irish whiskey. I struggle with depression. My favorite superhero is Superman. I love anime more now than I did when I was 15. I’m a nerd and a rocker and an artist and a gentleman. I hope you enjoy this blog.