|The Year From Hell
||[Oct. 18th, 2014|07:26 pm]
The Fortress of Snarkitude
This not only describes my current situation but was also my favorite episodes of Star Trek: Voyager. The basic premise was that this ship in unfamiliar territory was just trying to get home but everything started going wrong and they were being constantly hounded and hunted and taking damage to the point where there was no repairing things, just a struggle to keep enough together to survive and hopefully outpace their troubles.|
And here I am. At 50 I find myself with no family, few friends, a career in shambles. My choices have led me to this mess and like Voyager, the damage is showing. Somehow I have to marshall resources and keep the ship moving, in the hope of reaching safe haven.
It would help if I knew where I was going. When I was younger, that seemed to sort itself out. This no longer seems to be the case and while I've been painfully detoxing from anything that could get in the way of my vision, I still have no direction.
So now that I'm past the fights with crooked former employers and fun side-adventures like my three month relationship that ended with me being broken up with via text message (welcome to modern dating!), I need a safe haven. Somewhere.