SHAFTWAXER

I had a strange urge to post something here, but now that I’m looking at the screen, it’s just not working.

Had a very active weekend. Spent Friday night at the first Interplay audition camp and doing Father’s Day shit. Saturday was spent with the woman and her parents, her brother, and his wife. Did the food thing, the parental grocery shopping thing, and the “renting” movie thing. Sunday, after a whopping 4 hours of sleep (not to be outdone by the 4 hours of sleep the night before) was breakfast at IHOP. This didn’t sit well with me for some reason, but I didn’t let that stop me from driving out to Chicago to visit my friends and see a community theater production of “The Taming of the Shrew”. My friend who was playing the lead easily pounded the hell out of everybody else with his acting chops. I had forgotten how good he was. When it was all said and done, I drove home, wandering in my door at 4am. Suffice it to say, the sleep was magnificent.

When you are driving across state lines late at night, aside from the music, you have a lot of time to think. As I was mentioning to my friend Greg earlier in the day, I had made an interesting realization, the kind you don’t really see until you have had some time from it and have had some distance to see it for what it was.

A few months ago, I was a somewhat unhappy person who was (I can only imagine) rather difficult to deal with and be around. My fuse was short, my patience was even shorter, and I would allow shit to get to me WAY more easily than recommended by 4 out of 5 dentists. I didn’t like that person. I didn’t like how I would become. That’s not who I wanted to be. I had not been that person in a long time, and I really didn’t want to return to that shit.

That is how the Drama Reduction Act of 2005 was passed.

When you make the choice to cut shit out of your life, inevitably it’s a significant change. Some things, while you know that it is in the end for the best, are losses. Losses need to be mourned. You must allow yourself that time, otherwise you are screwing yourself over and preventing yourself from getting on with your life.

Now that I’ve had a little time away, I realized that I have not been that person in quite some time. It’s so much better now. Sure, it was difficult at first, but the things that really matter often require a little work. I’m much happier with where I am and where I see things going. I’m optimistic again. Instead of looking at the now and wondering how to just get through it, I’m looking ahead.

Things are good.