Well, it's been a while.  So long in fact that I'm thinking that no one will likely read this post, and that's ok.  It's for me anyway.  

I cannot believe that March is here already.  It's seems like I should still be enjoying the leaves changing when in fact, I swear I saw bulbs sprouting in Rittenhouse a few days ago.  March, for me, has become one of my favorite months in recent years.  March 10 marks the three year anniversary of "Ghost of a Good Thing".  So named b/c at this very moment in time three years ago, I was completely and utterly obsessed with Dashboard Confessional's "A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar".  This blogs namesake being my favorite song on the album.   

The end of March also marks my one year anniversary here in Philadelphia.  What a year.  I moved here with such a new perspective on life and ready to tackle the next step in my career.  I met people in those first 30 days that have seen me through the next 300+ and who I can say without a doubt will be in my life forever.  I've also known hardship these last 12 months.  That next career step (i.e. Urban Outfitters) ended up almost being career ending and seriously pushed me to the limits as far as my psychological health was concerned.  I've seriously only been brought to tears once in my life b/c of work and that day was July 21, 2006.   I was dealt a one two punch on July 31,2006 when one of my dearest friends found out she had esophageal cancer, she's 27.  She's still fighting that disease nearly nine months later after several surgeries, the loss of her hair and ovaries, and the continuing endurance of her second round of chemo.  She currently weight 89 pounds but is still going strong.  

One a brighter note, with the end of Urban, I found Five Below.  I have accomplished so much here in the last 6 months that I can for once seriously say that I am proud of myself, proud of my contribution to something young and fresh, and MEANINGFUL.  I can continue to enjoy getting up for work in the morning.  That concept has amazed me everyday of these last six months.

This blog was originally started as a way to sift through some of the crazy shit that pours through my head.  Like the song after which it was named, the last three years of writing have been often filled with uncertainty and tons of emotion that the rest of the verbal world was never privy too.  Only me, and you, those two of you who maybe still periodically check it in.   I used to "just bend the pieces until they fit"  in my life.  No more.  The 'Ghost' is done being chased.