This is the season where things start to die
I already miss summer. Actually, I take that back, I miss the Spring time.
At this point life becomes a huge balancing act. Work, school, exercise, art, and most importantly: family life aka... when do I ever get to hang out with my wife again.
Some people I know got married and seemingly instantly their spouse took off to go do some several month long training for a job across the country, or they did some internship in some other state and they were split up. Call me old fashioned... but what the hell is that? I certainly wouldn't want to do it.
In the meantime I again just feel like I'm planning planning planning... eventually something's gotta stick, if you have enough plates spinning.
I was going through stuff the other day. It's part of my ongoing project for our office. First it was: construct this enormous desk. Now it's: get rid of all the thing surrounding the desk. Well I got to a box I've been afraid to open for years. When I got back from Italy a couple years ago I was conscious of some gaping holes in my memory. Entire events, time periods, sometimes people that had completely vanished. This saturated my memory just enough to start filling in some of those dotted lines. So as I looked at pictures, read through letters, so many things came back to me. Little pieces of who I was... answers to interesting questions.
There were so many things that aren't. So many promises from so many people for so many things. It's funny how consistent we imagine ourselves to be. I find it fascinating.
There's nothing quite as arrogant as the present. It doesn't know how small and weak he really is.
At this point life becomes a huge balancing act. Work, school, exercise, art, and most importantly: family life aka... when do I ever get to hang out with my wife again.
Some people I know got married and seemingly instantly their spouse took off to go do some several month long training for a job across the country, or they did some internship in some other state and they were split up. Call me old fashioned... but what the hell is that? I certainly wouldn't want to do it.
In the meantime I again just feel like I'm planning planning planning... eventually something's gotta stick, if you have enough plates spinning.
I was going through stuff the other day. It's part of my ongoing project for our office. First it was: construct this enormous desk. Now it's: get rid of all the thing surrounding the desk. Well I got to a box I've been afraid to open for years. When I got back from Italy a couple years ago I was conscious of some gaping holes in my memory. Entire events, time periods, sometimes people that had completely vanished. This saturated my memory just enough to start filling in some of those dotted lines. So as I looked at pictures, read through letters, so many things came back to me. Little pieces of who I was... answers to interesting questions.
There were so many things that aren't. So many promises from so many people for so many things. It's funny how consistent we imagine ourselves to be. I find it fascinating.
There's nothing quite as arrogant as the present. It doesn't know how small and weak he really is.