I had a subject line, but it ran away with the circus
So, here's the story.
The new year has been fucking awesome. Our New Year's Eve show rocked, with one hell of an afterparty, from which I disappeared and was M.I.A. until later the next day. But that's not the best part.
On January 7th, we played Sweetwater. A bunch of people I haven't seen in ages showed up, including one special person in particular, someone I'd been wanting to see for a while. I missed every chance I had to see her up until then. I looked up at one point while we were playing and thought, "Damn, that looks like Mary. Can't be." Went back to looking down or around the rest of the room for more familiar faces. Looked back a short time later, and, yes, it was Mary. Okay, cool, I made a note to make damn sure I caught up with her before she could leave; I had to stop by her table.
And I'm glad I did. We spent the night together, and things almost stopped there, but somehow we managed to see the day through, went back to Milledgeville together, and she's moving back to Milledgeville in the next couple of days (from Canada). The time she spent down here before going back to Canada, we were inseparable. The last week has been pretty tough, having to talk on the phone instead of in person, since she's been back in Canada. But she'll be in GA maybe late tomorrow night, back for good.
Everything happens for a reason. One of my old Dollar Tree cashiers made sure I understood that when we worked together for Shelly. She firmly believed it, and lived her life by it. I saw it work in her life, and I started seeing it work in mine, because Shelly also subscribed to it and pointed out examples in my life. Then, this happened. And I believe it happened when it did for a reason, for many reasons. This is why I was never able to find time to see her on her other trips to GA. This was why things never came together before, why we always seemed to miss each other on our way to other things and people. We had a lot of shit to go through to get here, and it was the kind of shit that would have kept things from working out. Now we both have a chance at something that could be great. And I know that I am thankful for that.
Since that night, my life has been completely different. I'm happy again, genuinely happy. I'm excited about my future, because I know I'm on the right track now. I'm moving away from the retail/consumerist world back into a world full of passion and beauty. And it's good.
Also, I'm learning how to play the drums differently, with more dynamics in my style, instead of being straight balls-to-the-wall all the time. It brings more joy and comfort to playing. It's like making love instead of just pounding them into submission. I feel like I get more feedback from the instrument itself, as if we're working together.
Things change, man. Things fucking change. It doesn't always have to stay static and stagnant.
The new year has been fucking awesome. Our New Year's Eve show rocked, with one hell of an afterparty, from which I disappeared and was M.I.A. until later the next day. But that's not the best part.
On January 7th, we played Sweetwater. A bunch of people I haven't seen in ages showed up, including one special person in particular, someone I'd been wanting to see for a while. I missed every chance I had to see her up until then. I looked up at one point while we were playing and thought, "Damn, that looks like Mary. Can't be." Went back to looking down or around the rest of the room for more familiar faces. Looked back a short time later, and, yes, it was Mary. Okay, cool, I made a note to make damn sure I caught up with her before she could leave; I had to stop by her table.
And I'm glad I did. We spent the night together, and things almost stopped there, but somehow we managed to see the day through, went back to Milledgeville together, and she's moving back to Milledgeville in the next couple of days (from Canada). The time she spent down here before going back to Canada, we were inseparable. The last week has been pretty tough, having to talk on the phone instead of in person, since she's been back in Canada. But she'll be in GA maybe late tomorrow night, back for good.
Everything happens for a reason. One of my old Dollar Tree cashiers made sure I understood that when we worked together for Shelly. She firmly believed it, and lived her life by it. I saw it work in her life, and I started seeing it work in mine, because Shelly also subscribed to it and pointed out examples in my life. Then, this happened. And I believe it happened when it did for a reason, for many reasons. This is why I was never able to find time to see her on her other trips to GA. This was why things never came together before, why we always seemed to miss each other on our way to other things and people. We had a lot of shit to go through to get here, and it was the kind of shit that would have kept things from working out. Now we both have a chance at something that could be great. And I know that I am thankful for that.
Since that night, my life has been completely different. I'm happy again, genuinely happy. I'm excited about my future, because I know I'm on the right track now. I'm moving away from the retail/consumerist world back into a world full of passion and beauty. And it's good.
Also, I'm learning how to play the drums differently, with more dynamics in my style, instead of being straight balls-to-the-wall all the time. It brings more joy and comfort to playing. It's like making love instead of just pounding them into submission. I feel like I get more feedback from the instrument itself, as if we're working together.
Things change, man. Things fucking change. It doesn't always have to stay static and stagnant.