One time in like 5th grade I had this teacher and she gave us all bottles of shit like this and told us to squeeze it all out and of course we were like fuck yeah and did it and then she said, “Now, try and shove it all back in the container.” Of course we all tried, and then stared at her confused as shit. When we all obviously gave up, she said, “In the moment, you were so consumed with what you were doing that you didn’t realize the mess you were making. Then, after it was so quickly and easily poured out, you realize it is impossible to put it all back in. Remember this for the rest of your lives when it comes to the words that come out of your mouth” and we were like 10 so we were like yeah ok whatever lady, but somehow to this day I think of it constantly.
Work in progress.
It feels good to have some time to myself for a while. Not that I don’t love the company I’ve kept lately, but some time to let my mind cool off, take care of a few chores I find calming (like polishing my shoes and ironing my shirts), practice some new songs on the guitar, and research some projects. (To do: find set up stereo for phonograph)
I haven’t been myself lately, and this was just what I needed. Time is expensive, especially for an introvert. I need to take care that it is spent where it counts the most.
No matter how much I enjoy being with people, I think I will always love my alone time.
Back home in Dallas. I sure enjoyed this. #BMWCape (at Cape Cod)
Dinner with #BMWCape (at Sesuit Harbor Cafe)
I dun goofed.
Pearl Farmer’s Market in San Antonio
Classic Movie Night (It Happened One Night) (at Klyde Warren Park)
Noah and Abby Gundersen
Three Links in Deep Ellum
April 18, 2014