This is the second post of the year. The entire month of February: nothing. I don’t know what that says about the current state of my life, because February had some activities. A reunion in Vegas with friends I’ve never met in person, a chance to throw live dice with a purpose for the first time in over four years, a long weekend in Tahoe to read books and sip cocktails, a birthday trip to see the Santa Cruz Warriors and enjoy live basketball…there were things happening.
I don’t know. This year feels like the phase-5 version of last year; despondency and despair giving way to “whatever, long as I can have a drink and see friends and/or stretch out by the fire and don’t have to set an alarm.” We’ve been to places this year and have more on the way (not least the long-awaited Japan excursion). I look at the stuff on my “frivolous things to purchase” list and don’t really want any of them badly enough to spend the money. I haven’t been down the pub on a Sunday night yet this year, I don’t believe, and I am seriously considering making a Tuesday night thing happen with the local dive and the most local Irish place with live music.
I mean, look at the categories…politics is too depressing to think about. Sports – well, Vandy basketball is surprisingly not bad despite the sluggish SEC start and Vandy baseball is defending the title well, the Warriors are still killing it and spring training has started and that’s nice. Not much to sing out about yet. Technology? Well, the Apple Watch event is on Monday morning and we’ll find out whether it’s worth throwing cash (right now, I suspect probably not) and I still feel drawn to the Moto X even though carrying two phones is no more practical than it ever was.
Honestly? I just need something to happen. I need my job to change somehow – new job, new workplace, or just a big enough win at the current one that I am propelled into a better spot. Sort that out, reduce that as a stress factor, and maybe I can get on with improving my life in other areas. More working out, better eating. That sort of thing. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
It feels like I’m waiting for the curtain to go up. On what…I don’t know.