I have a few things to write about today, seeing as how I didn’t do any writing for a spell.
I stumbled across an interesting observation during a bike ride between home and work (which direction I was going, I don’t specifically recall)… I grew up with an omnipotent god, an entity to which I could tell all my troubles and care and joys. This quiet praying/meditation/whatever you’d like to call it led to a sort of self-counselling (sp). And so I find myself working out problems and decisions on my own rather second nature. Sounds good, right? WRONG. This hinders my ability to be intimate with people. I don’t talk about my problems and happiness that often, because it’s self contained and such, so others think I’m closed and distant and cold. Alas, learning to open up has been and continues to be a long process. But at least now I recognize the birthing issue.
The world’s most tattooed man, Aussie and also a street performer, came into Blue Train last night (http://www.alphasylum.com/shop2/ and http://www.luckyrich.com/tattoopress.asp). He was cool, but stayed too late. Rod, the supervisor, knew him, and was able to get him out.
Jan 8th, the necklace that Sarah gave to me for graduation (which she brought back from Costa Rica) fell apart while I was taking a shower. I freaked out at first, over the significance of the loss. I cherish that memento. But quickly, a metaphor came to mind. I saw the necklace as a worry bracelet or ring. The bracelets are around only as long as you need them. So, once the necklace broke, I saw it as an indication that I had grown. I’m now free to explore unhindered, fly like a loosened bird, without anything to worry about.