COULD YOU PLEASE JUST NOT?! Turns 1

...Hard to believe that tomorrow is the one-year birthday of The Little Blog That Could. Fitting that it falls right after my birthday and smack on top of Thanksgiving. Those of you who check in regularly may have realized, as I have recently, that what started out as merely a place to vent my spleen has actually become something a little more interesting than just a rant page. I think it has blossomed into a fairly dynamic and random and unhinged and all-over-the-place thing and I would expect nothing less from something I created. To be honest, I don't know what this blog is - or who it's for. And frankly, I hope I never do.

I do know that tomorrow is Thanksgiving. And that despite my usual spew of bile and dissatisfaction, I have much to be thankful for. Outside the usual, familiar nag of dayjob and career bullshit, my life is a rich and abundant thing. So, thank you to all of those of you in my world who help to make it so.

Autumn (and more specifically - the birthday) has always been a hopeful and productive time for both me and The Missus. It has always felt like a beginning. Hence, it's when we traditionally mark the start of our New Year. And in that spirit, I proposed what would come to be known around our house as "The Chrysalis Year". A 12-month span between this November 18th and the next, in which we begin a developmental growth stage, ala the caterpillar into the butterfly. Flowery language for what will surely be a decidedly unflowery process. But, I think we've both reached a bit of a breaking point with certain aspects of our individual lives and are looking for something more, different, better, etc. We have some specific goals in mind and some specific ideas about how to attain them, but the rest is a gray area. We're heading into foggy waters and very much looking forward to the ride.

And hopefully you'll come along. Each of us has things brewing - both personal and professional - and I'll be keeping you up to date on them here. I can't say what it will entail exactly, but I promise it'll at least be interesting, if nothing else. ...Even when it's not.