Deep-re(ce)ssion

I don't know if it's the longer nights in general or the one long night on Saturday but damn am I bummed out. Maybe it's the fact I'm broke right now, my room is a mess, or that my car has three mysterious dents on the roof that showed up suddenly.

Or perhaps because I don't feel appreciated by my boss and even though I bust my ass and am very good at what I do I still feel like I could get fired.

I am the only one who has struck out so far on our softball team.

My turntables are giving me fits because the beats won't stay lined up.

I could go on. and. on.

But I did have an amazing weekend. Such great people and so much fun. I should feel bettter, I am blessed to have such a great group of friends and to have met so many good people recently. And that I know you.

See I do feel bettter. Thank you for listening, friend.

Sunset on sum-ner

Where oh where did the summer go? Last summer was full of memories and good times, this year not so much. Seems like all I did was work, sleep and kickball. Not that kickball wasn't memorable. I just don't feel like I have DONE summer this year.

I hope this is not the harbinger of years to come, as I age, the seasons fly by faster and faster. Yet I know this to be true - each season occupies a smaller fraction of my collective experience than the last, each year shorter in relation to the last.

I do long for the days of my childhood, each season seeming so eternal that the next was welcome before it arrived, seemingly long overdue.

However I must embrace this trend of age, learn to enjoy the quickening passing of the seaons rather than yearing for what is no longer. How oh how, what pleasure is there in the quickening wheel, when each day/season/year seems gone before I can feel closure?