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22 february 2001
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my aim is improving Well, can I just say that my little In-Box is getting plumb chubby this week. Thankee! I'll get back to everyone just as soon as I can, probably this weekend. It was cheering to see that a lot of people shared my flag sentiments; it's always nice to know that you're not alone in your thoughts or beliefs. Also, for those of you who sent your life and stuff, they get a good look-see this weekend, too! I know for sure that I want to use four of them, so hang tight for more info. And again I say, you're always welcome to send me a ditty of your own. I know I'm not the only one out there with notes from a life, so send yours my way. Most especially if you're a new or emerging writer! I'm a pretty decent editor, and am happy to run edit loops with anyone who's serious about their writing. 'Kay? 'Kay. I am learning to unwind in new ways. I'm learning how to play darts. My pasttimes run the gamut. From poetry readings, to old video games, to subtitled movies, to the National Enquirer. Versatile...or indecisive--you decide. Either way, I like picking up unusual new skills, especially competitive ones. And I have to say that there is definitely something to throwing pointy things at that corkboard on the wall. I'm certainly not very good at it yet, but I can say that I haven't tossed any darts into an unsuspecting derriere...yet. No tetanus scares. No poked-out eyes. No damaged wall-hangings. In my book, that would fall under the "respectable" category. Recently, I've come within two or three marks shy of winning that Cricket game, which isn't too shabby I guess. TOING, TOING! I didn't hit the wall again? Great! Now pass me another dart. TOING! And that's all there is to it. My life has been full of all sorts of surprises. I've had many moments throughout my twenties where my head is full of possibilities. Sometimes, all I wanted was to be gone from wherever I was at the moment. Wanderlust was my constant, uncomfortable companion--a serious case of "the grass is greener" syndrome. So I climbed over the fence to check out some of those other yards. They've been pretty nice, too. I've been treated well in my travels, been welcomed to countless cities as both a resident and visitor, and have rarely let a good opportunity slide. They say that's what your twenties are for. You spend a lot of time figuring out what adventure you're going to call a life. You spend a lot of time confused, meet a lot of people that serve as guideposts along the way, and if you're lucky, you eventually find your way home. Don't get me wrong. I still love to travel, sometimes. But I like being gone less. Wandering is good, and then sometimes you hit the wall. I'm learning how to hit the bullseye. |
