March 16, 2009

There For You Is Here For Me..

Sometimes it’s challenging to begin a tumble.  My brain bounces in all directions….so much to say and so many ways to approach it.  I mean in just the last three seconds I had thoughts of Dan in Portland, cheddar fries at Weiners Circle, and how in nearly four years of living together, my chihuahua Bruce is yet to speak a single word.

I sit here sippin on a Harp and listening to Beck’s Mutations.  I feel good.  Work has been pleasant and life keeps trekkin on.  I think time and space is such a fascinating thing.  7:30 out east and 4:30 on the west coast.  From after dinner drinks to the beginning of a business meeting, from walks in Central Park, to late afternoon deadlines, and from courtside Knicks tix to uncomfortably tight and confining dress shirts and ties.  This is Steven in New York and Rob in LA.  And here I sit in the middle, in our country’s nucleas——well kinda.  Chicago, IL.  Gotta love it!

Days just keep whizzin by, but I honestly feel things getting better by the second.  You meet new people.  Interactions take place.  Relationships come and go.  Shit will not and cannot stop happening.  There is no pause button.  Which brings me to my next question.  When will we stop looking like kids(by this I mean youthful in appearance and noticeably on the right side of 40) and more like our parents?  Is how you really feel about yourself all that truly matters?  Can you be 65 and still carry on like a 30 year old?  Did all 65 year olds say that they would never let themselves get old and cling to the foolish innocence of pre-prostate exam life?  Maybe it’s just progression at its best.  You don’t go from 30 to 65 overnight, but over the course of nights and nights and more nights.

Now it’s time for a game of tug-of-war.  Different emotions will pull at me for the duration of this evening.  I’m not sure what I will end up doing.  Spontaneity usually wins out.

And on that note, I good you bid evening.

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