Single Man, Single Malt

I've never really felt the need in my life for an organized religion. Most belief systems I find either silly or creepy. Even still, my life is fill with rituals, patterns and superstitions. When you live so much of your life inside your own head, you tend to start ascribing to things more weight and meaning than they actually have.

And so it goes with my bottle of Laphroig.

You may remember back to last year when I purchased my first bottle of single malt scotch. It's still with me. I've managed to drink all but the final glass of it. For some reason, I always felt that this bottle could not be finished until I had a good reason to finish it.

Tonight I mark one year of single life. In general, things have gone well. I'm more successful than I was a year ago. I have a much better job, I've done some of the most creative and hard artistic work I've ever done, and I've managed to settle into a life that brings me fulfillment. Even still, I find myself lonely. I had hoped by the time a year had gone by I might find someone new. It looks like I'll still be searching for a while.

So I'm drinking my last glass and toasting to 3 things:

- The one who got away
- The one who will never let me go
- The ability to forget the former and find the latter

Cheers