for the interested

14 Jun 2007 at 5:14 pm

Tonight I’m going to see Feist perform at The Carolina Theater. I haven’t been to a concert in ages, so this is quite the treat. I just discovered Feist in April, and I’ve fallen in love.

This little outing is also me taking another step toward making and strengthening friendships outside of work. I’m usually so tired and so hungry for time with Katie on my days off that leaving her side is one of my last thoughts. We decided I should spend some time with friends: we figured it might be healthy.

I forget how clunky it feels to write after such an absence. It’s like I’ve forgotten how, the natural flow and rhythm disrupted by silence and sleep. You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve almost put the tree to sleep indefinitely. It’s almost haunted me at times, my own creation demanding creativity when I had none to spare. But it’s only fair I suppose: a creature designed with a purpose wanting to live for that purpose. And yet, I’ve been negligent.

In the silence, something became clear: the tree is an extension of me, and as I change, so will it. If I don’t feel like writing, then the tree doesn’t feel like talking. Simple, really.

For the interested, work is going exceptionally well. I’ve been given a promotion and a raise. I’m doing things that are more exciting than the day-to-day monotony. Katie and I are doing stupefyingly well. And when I’m not exhausted from work, I’m really happy. (I’m usually happy even when I’m exhausted.)