Joe Walsh: “Life’s Been Good To Me”

I was looking over my Timehop for today and made an interesting realisation about how my life has changed over the past several years. I suppose it was just serendipitous that these events happened to land all on the same day, and that day happened to be a Thursday, and I happened to start my own website to keep track of this sort of stuff, and Pluto was in declination around Luna or some such nonsense. Anyway, I just happened to make an interesting observation based on the posts that lined up over the past 6 years.

Six years ago was one of the lowest points in my life: I was exiled to a backwater puddle in the Middle Of Nowhere, GA. My life was in shambles. I lost the person I considered to the love of my life to infidelity; my “triumphant return” to flight school was not getting me anywhere, and I was fighting a losing battle with an administration that seemed to hold my prior experience with contempt; I lost my house, my credit, and my good name in the unraveling financial meltdown that touched all of us in one way or another. During this era, I began relying heavily on social media to express my thoughts and catch up with old friends that had fallen by the wayside over the years. This was the era that I started experimenting with video blogging to mixed success, solely as a way to keep myself occupied on those long country nights. This was the era in which I binge-watched Battlestar Galactica, as it had become a metaphor for my life.

Five years ago things started to take a turn for the better. I was putting my life back in order. I still had no job to speak of and no real money, but I felt like I was getting closer to my “Pre-N” baseline on life. Little did I know that the woman I was dating at the time, A, would turn out to be a complete psychopath! On the brighter side, I was not alone: I made two very good friends in Drake and Hammy. I was beginning to travel. The road was my sanctuary; it felt good, cathartic. I was becoming less Helo or Apollo and more The Doctor: bouncing around in time and space and finding adventure instead of being lost in the wilderness fighting a desperate war for survival.

Three years ago, I left Georgia. There was no opportunity for me there. Jobs were scarce, especially in fields that I have employable experience. I was trudging through my days by the grace of my family, and my Granny in particular. I needed to escape. I met Barbie the year before, on a trip combining so many coincidences that one would think that Craig Thomas or Carter Bays scripted it. I landed a job selling furniture for an unsavoury SoCal retailer, then subsequently fired for lack of performance, and–in a surprising twist of fate and irony–rehired as a bookkeeper when they were taken over during bankruptcy liquidation about two months later. I missed my friends and my family, but I knew that I was starting a new life, and that California presented opportunities to me that I could never have found in metropolitan Atlanta.

Two years ago, I started the best job I ever had. Working for a small company has presented me with challenges and opportunities that I have never dreamed possible: I have a private office; I get to use all of my talents and skills on a near-daily basis; I get to travel; and I get paid pretty decently. Confidence has been on the upswing since.

One year ago, I was preparing for a trip back to Atlanta. During this trip, I gathered most of my life’s possessions and packed them into a wooden crate bound for Orange County. It was bittersweet, but I was excited to finally feel whole. Since then, I’ve been promoted, and I’m working as much as possible to pay off old debts. I finally feel like I have a real, tangible future.

Lucky I’m still sane after all I’ve been through…I can’t complain, but sometimes I still do

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