Below is a tease for Part I of my upcoming, 3-part series on building my own personal religion.  Please check by Friday, August 5th for the completed Part I.  In the mean time, here is an excerpt:

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A Douche Bag Looks At 50

I don’t like myself too much these days.  I dislike many of my behaviors, a lot of my choices, a great deal of my history, way too many of my thoughts, and most of my probabilities – but I own it.  On reflection it seems I have wasted most of my upside, and my upside was what I always liked best about me.  Aside from being a one-man wrecking crew of female souls, apparently I’m also a wrecking crew of my own potential – for I now see that I have not fulfilled it.  I know, I know, it’s not too late to fix that, but uhm… I have serious doubts.

I live alone once again, and in a peaceful place.  Away from town and with a view to die for, I’m surrounded by fruit trees, coyotes, possums, raccoons, and even some friendly rats.  I don’t care for the scorpions.  The aesthetic is grounding, if not spiritual.  I’m in a good place to heal from my many external and self-inflicted wounds through this last decade, and to do some growing.  Perhaps I will even begin to fulfill some of that untapped potential of me – we shall see if I rise to the opportunity.  The ideal of personal growth is like witchcraft in the hands of Congress.

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Please check back Friday for the completed column.  Oh, and there is this from Mike Scott and The Waterboys — the video is of the home-made variety, but the song is, well, it’s a Mike Scott song.  ‘Nuff said.  Enjoy…