TWO YEARS LATER

 It's been over two years since last wrote. Honestly, I was afraid to come back to this page because of my memories of how I felt during that time. I was expecting to see blinding anger, and hatred while re-reading my previous posts, however, I was happy to see hope and optimism. After a couple of months of having a full-on tennis match in my head, I've decided to write. Sitting down for a couple hours, I realize that my memory of my life is patchy. I don't know if it is because of old age, or possibly because of all the lines I did in my twenties. All I know is that I have a lot to share, and I am going to hold myself accountable to write, and maybe (just maybe) I'll remember my past. I might as well start where I left off

In my last post, I was in the midst of experiencing my first breakup living clean and trying to process my mother's breast cancer diagnosis. Now a spectator looking in, I can applaud myself for trying to figure ways to let out my frustrations, fears, and anger. As much as I once believed that those events were the worst possible things that could happen to me. I almost wished I had a time machine to go back and tell thirty-two-year-old Eugene that shit's about to get a whole hell of a lot different and that you will get the hell out of Grand Rapids. (Slow it down, and Praise Dance it out!)

Two years and some change later. the things I thought were devastating actually were the major catalysts to change. I love to just wallow in the misery and pain of life. Even if I know that things aren't supposed to be that way, I just stand with the hopes that something will change. These two life events were the first domino, today I see that if these things didn't happen, my spirit may not be as strong as it is today. Today, I learned that I am a family man, I will forever be a dancer, and that I am enough.