The Overworked

The highs in life can sometimes disappoint.  Mainly because they can be over-emphasized when planning for them.  You book a plane, scroll through the Pinterest-modeled hotel rooms.  And the time that you use to think about it.  That is a strange spin on the idea of daydreaming.  Usually ideas float around like thought-bubbles entertaining the strange scenarios that cannot ever happen, but in the scope of a large trip, you daydream -- and that dream manifests.  You actually ride the big coaster.

But, as in planning a perfect wedding or even the annual celebration of Christmas, waking up the following morning and searching that bare area of your cranium, quickly scooping the last little bit of sunshine into it.  But the temperatures continue to drop closer to negative double-digits, and the snow has stopped falling.

It's time like these I think about seeking that next fix.  An event.  Maybe buy something, or I could make something -- a song or sketch out a scene, get crafty.  But that brainal section void needs time to shrink back to a normal size.  Then I think just send me something, give me a morsel of excitement and God provides.

This week I got to sing during a friend's set.  Fathom is the alias for Cory, and we have several songs that we wrote together.  We work well together.  It has always been fun writing and working with Cory.  I live for these moments, but rarely do I prepare for an artistic experience.  What did I learn?

The repercussions of my taunt on a Fat Far float