You know, I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting life to be an experience where everything is okay and comfortable and uncomplicated and full of opportunity and hope. Those wants juxtaposed with actually living a life in this world make for many moments of real confusion, hurt, frustration and more depression and disconnection than I’d care to admit.
It’s not even like shit waits for other shit to stop happening to start happening, you know what I mean? Everything’s concurrent and events usually don’t queue up neatly, one behind the other. All of my friends seem to be going through their own trials and tribulations while I begin an exciting new job. I’m leaving a difficult job just as it becomes easier and as its purpose becomes clearer to me. I have an idea for a fantastic website, but I can’t remember the last time I picked up my camera. My podcast series makes me want to DJ again, but I can’t remember the last time I picked up my camera. HRLM is almost over and I’m getting sales inquiries about those pieces, but I can’t remember the last time I picked up my camera. And we keep getting suckerpunched by white people. And this rain … sigh
