J.J. Goodman: Writings, Musings and More

Hey gang. So, er, um… yeah; I am admittedly writing this post about a month later than I normally would. I was honestly a bit surprised, and humbled, when several of you asked when this post would be coming this year, if at all. As a writer you always hope people are reading your work, but you never really can be sure that your words are coming through. I will totally admit that I had a bit of a “they like me, they really like me” Sally Field moment when people reached out, and for that I thank you. Now, for you newer readers in the last year that are wondering what in the hoppin hell I’m talking about, I’ll explain: Even newer readers should know by now that I wear my heart on my sleeve and I am unafraid and unashamed about sharing the innermost workings of this overactive mind of mine here on these pages. Well, turning forty years old five years ago was obviously a milestone, and one with which I struggled a little. Trying to find the best way to express what I was feeling at the

In the span of three days my daughter turned six months old and I turned forty-five. Years. Forty-five years old. That can mean only one thing. (That you’re ol—) Shut it you. (But it was like you were ask—) Zip. It. *sigh* Yeah. Fine. It means that this guy has got himself a ticket on the one way train to Oldmanistan and she’ll be pullin’ into 62 nd station right about the time my offspring matriculates from high school. Of course, that assumes there will still be schools then. The way this current governmental administration is going, I could be having this conversation around the time she turns eighteen: Offspring:       Dad, tell me one more time why we have to live in this bunker? Me:                 *blink blink* Offspring:       Never mind. I’ll just go to my cot and read 1984 again. (You seriously need help.) Preachin’ to the choir, my friend. Anywhoos… Yeah, this birthday kind of hit me. Thirty-five hit me hard because at that point I had n