Forty-First Post
You know what I kinda love? The spelling of the word “forty.” Like, why isn’t there a “u” up in that piece?
Anyhoo.
So I’m currently writing this while on the road. I’m heading to New York City with Paz and his brother, Israel, and his friend, Jeff. It’s not bad…Jeff works for the Nielsen Ratings company thing, which not only gives you a cell phone and a car, but also pays for your goddamn gass-oh-leen. Booyeah.
Anyway, I felt like posting as I was looking out the window, staring at and thinking about trees (is that kudzu strangling them? Yikes.) When I was a kid, I used to think that trees died — albeit temporarily — during the winter while their leaves were down. As I recalled this snippet, it made me think about my impressions of death as a child…
Like how I used to think that when people slept, they were dead, too. I’d put that one together on my own, actually. I knew that when pets were “put to sleep,” it meant they were dead, so I just kinda generalized that idea to sleep as a whole. The practical application of this notion was that I would often take covers off of my family members while they slept, figuring that they couldn’t feel anything while they were dead asleep anyway. Later explaining this to my dad, he was able to dispell my misconception. This was a bummer, because it meant no more cover stealing for me.
Hmm…speaking of sleep, I think I’m pretty tired these days. I’ve been working a lot and schooling a lot…in that combination, more than I ever have in my life (hence more than two weeks since my last entry). But I think this is what I want. I want to work hard and succeed. I want to overcome difficult situations that, I have to admit, the recounting of which I hope will impress people. Heh, not that I don’t do a fine job of impressing myself. What can I say — I’m happy with where I’m heading!
I thank my stars that I have the job I do. It’s still pretty insane…the lucky-ass events after lucky-ass events that got me there. I’m in the best possible position to plan for the future I want in one of the most supportive environments in which I could’ve found myself. It’s not just any job that leaves you feeling better and reinvigorated after a weekly staff meeting, of all the things that trigger my anxieties. Maybe part of that is working with psychologists? What a great bunch of people!
Ah, Paz has a ukulele CD that we’ve started playing, and what is it about that little instrument that is just so damn positive? It’s a humble and hopeful sound. Whaddup, Dr. Herwitz?