Musings on the Bus Ride to Work
I was going to type out some longer, moderately well written post-like thing that would have told you a little bit more about myself, making me a little bit more human in the process. It was going to be about music, and how, now that I’m singing again and music has more than just a passive involvement in my life, I tend to feel a little better about life and people in general, and my life in particular.
I started this post thingie twice, and then stopped each time, deleting what I’d typed out. Not because it isn’t true, but because I no longer feel as comfortable as I used to telling people who barely know me and who I barely know things about my life.
What a fantastic run-on sentence that was.
I don’t open up as easily or as far as I used to. This is a problem. It may have always been there. I don’t know. It’s certainly making parts of my life difficult now, and probably has been for some time.
I think part of the problem might be/has always been that I don’t consider my life to be as interesting as I once did.
I just stared at that last sentence for a full 30 seconds.
I think another part of the problem is that I’ve allowed my life to make me hard and a little cold and distant.
Another 30 seconds gone.
I have people in my life who love me and who I love in return. I am not always hard and cold and distant. I do sometimes talk about myself and feel good about myself and revel in my accomplishments. Of course I do.
I do think, though, that metaphorical rain clouds follow me around a little more than usual, and I need to find a way to slow that progression down.
