I’m sitting awash in white monitor-light, but everything else is dark. The window is open and the cool night breeze sweeps over me. It’s a welcome change. This is the first day it hasn’t rained in weeks.
The past two days haven’t been quite so awful. I won’t say I’m finally on top of work, but it’s gotten better. The seniors have all but stopped coming: I had three in the morning and a total of four in the afternoon. They graduate Friday.
As I sit here in the fading evening, all I can think about is the places that exist out there beyond my window. I am on fire for travel. I want to get out there and go, even if I don’t have a specific destination. If I wasn’t currently tethered by responsibility, I would be out there.
I also think about all of the things I’m not bringing myself to write. My real name’s not attached to this blog and I haven’t really mentioned it to anyone, but I haven’t disclosed much to anyone in a really long time. It’s weird for me. I am full to bursting with words, but I don’t feel comfortable enough to give them a home.
I was supposed to do something for National Poetry Month with one of my coworkers. She had asked me to share an old poem of mine (I wrote frequently–daily–in high school) or to write a new one. I have a tiny, thin, violet moleskine beside my bed for the sole purpose of housing poems, but I haven’t added anything to it in a while, and longer still that I’ve written anything I find worthy of remembrance or sharing. Regardless–scheduling conflicts ended up with her canceling the day she had planned for staff members to share their work with her students. I found myself, surprisingly, more than a little disappointed. I guess I miss poetry and should work hard at writing more of it, even if it’s bad.
I miss reading, too. I just haven’t had time to read for pleasure. I’ve probably read two books since January, and that is a disturbingly low number by my usual standards. Then again, it’s been an unusual year.
One of the people I’m closest to–all right, let’s knock down any pretense here–the human I am absolutely closest to, and that I love more than my own atoms, bones, and blood, is going through some very tough personal issues. He’s dealing with things currently that he shouldn’t have to deal with, and I empathize with him endlessly. I have been trying to give him space and to not be overbearing because I know that I have the tendency to do so. It’s not his style to want to immediately talk about things, so I’m trying to wait. But I wish he would. I wish, for once, even though I am by every account a god damned absolute skull-fucked mess of a human being, he would lean on me and let me be the strong one for once out of the two of us.
My other favorite human, C, just started semester three of grad school. I am so, so proud of her. Last semester was the hardest, most miserable college experience she’s ever had. She is the strongest human I know, and I never doubted her ability to handle the multitudinous curve balls that she found lobbed her way, but I hate to see her so upset and torn up over what we could (perhaps dramatically) call her “future being in the balance.”
So, that’s a brain dump. Let’s do it again sometime.