A few nights I sat down and cracked a new page in a new book and wrote. It had been weeks since I created something from inspiration; without clients, professors, critiques, and guidelines.
It felt a bit like remembering everything all at once.
It felt a bit like it was time to move on.
Because in the stage where the PRESSURE amplifies, and the projects terrify, and a nap is long out of the question...it feels a bit like never letting go. You keep meaning to call, to text, to Facebook, to document and forget...to finally feel something warm in the blustery wind.
But to Achieve and Conquer and be the Best. Steal the "A". Reason the benefits of staying quiet or jumping - and landing a little off-foot. Another crit comes-lost free time-seal the job jacket-worry-and start the week all over again....with a little less clean laundry.
Did I send that email?
Well anyway, there's a certain stress that comes when winter starts to drag and crack in out little city. More people sigh, and count the days left-before anything has really begun. We tailgate home, dip out of class early, and hope somewhere there's a drink of relief/a warm couch/a cold pet nose/a tight hug/a nod of commissary...
It's all routine so very quickly, scraping so very shallow. Grab the gloves and rush out!
Feels a bit like its time to move on.
The weather may not agree, and the conversations may not reflect it-but steps come-something changes in the way we walk. The pain gets crunched into muscles of our fingerprinted gaits.
And I can't make promises with my feet anymore.
I sure could hide a little while longer.
I think the weather might change, the bank account steady, and we all might feel the balance of our summer-selves.
Daily headphones: The Script's "The End Where I begin", Demon Hunter's "Carry Me Down" and Copeland's "Careful Now".
