update

Not terribly much going on. Went up to Oklahoma again this past Saturday and my new brother and I, along with his daughter and my son, went to see a Beatles tribute band. Turns out we both like the Beatles quite a bit...go figure.:) I'm busily going full force into some major life changes. I won't go into much detail here, but I'll give a couple of hints: tired of carrying extra weight and tired of having a boss.

 So, there we go. I've put in my 3 month notice where I am currently employed and will figure something out. All I know is that this life is short, and I'm not wasting amymore time in being afraid of taking a risk or two. i suppose with a certain amount of years on this earth, one of two things happens (with respect to the somewhat main point of this entry): you either become more afraid or less afraid. i'm becoming less. At this point I turn it over to someone more eloquent than I, Donald Hall:

AFFIRMATION

To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
Even when we are young,
we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads
when a grandfather dies.
Then we row for years on the midsummer
pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage,
that began without harm, scatters
into debris on the shore,
and a friend from school drops
cold on a rocky strand.
If a new love carries us
past middle age, our wife will die
at her strongest and most beautiful.
New women come and go. All go.
The pretty lover who announces
that she is temporary
is temporary. The bold woman,
middle-aged against our old age,
sinks under an anxiety she cannot withstand.
Another friend of decades estranges himself
in words that pollute thirty years.
Let us stifle under mud at the pond's edge
and affirm that it is fitting
and delicious to lose everything.

 

"it is fitting and delicious to lose everything."

 

If we could all find the peace that comes with accepting that realization, the world would be not only a better place, it would be intoxicatingly fabulous.