Fly on, right through, maybe one day I'll fly next to you.
I haven't written anything in quite a while. I'm sitting at my desk, in my office, with the green wall and stacks of books, in my new house, all by myself writing this with a galaxy's worth of thoughts.
A nice word exercise to express how I feel right now: firehose, torrential, lightning bolt, exhausted.
I've come to a place where the XY and Z things I thought I wanted, and really took a heartfelt stab at, are now all ether in the past. So, the reality faces me - I need to know what I want next. That's kind of a hard place to get to, since I have XY and Z things I need to take care of with my home, personal provisions, etc. The more you grow up, the more I see how you grow up. The more I grow up, the more I feel the extreme luxury of day-dreaming up passions and scheming ways to get what I WANT, instead of going through this or that to get what I need accomplished. All that to say, I feel like a dad, but a dad in a house without a wife or kids. I've got all the terrible puns, all the eye-roller jokes, all the cuss words and cynicism to last 4 generations of more me.
Some things make me want to cuss and spit. Mostly junk mail and bitchy people. Other things make me really want to dance before the Lord in rejoicing and relish the great love of God in my life.
Here's a list of what I don't have on the docket:
A wife
A colander
A stircrazy popcorn maker
A blu-ray player to watch Star Wars or Lord of the Rings, or even Kill Bill vol 2.
A copy of Kill Bill vol 2. on blu-ray to watch.
And that's it.
