My Goodness.

I have this habit of claiming that my life is boring.

Maybe it is.

It's all relative, there is no undeniable answer to whether it is or isn't. A matter of opinion is not a fact. Whether my life is, in fact, a bore or not, I will say that I feel as though a lot happens in it (and "what happens matters").

B and I have separated (a mess I am not certain it would do me any good to uncap/recap at this point). I should mention, however, that I was incredibly uncertain about my final decision for quite a while;
(discussing the separation originally) was I being too harsh?
(speaking to my family about it) How much hurtful behavior should I forgive one person for?
(gathering my things, packing) Specifically a person I love so much and means so much to me?
(situating my things in the space I've moved into) Well maybe I don't mean as much to him, because he was harmful to me, and not just once... And on and on.

Thankfully, I was given some grace.

The minute I moved back into town, I dropped my things off in my mother's vacant room (safe, away, no immediate rent necessary, one less thing I have to worry about). A friend in said town not only asks me to house-sit for a month for him and his wife, but is passionate about me being the "guy for the job". As I am house-sitting, I am able to be closer into town (where my friends/the attractions are) and, as such, am able to be much more casual about saying yes to certain social events. I get out, I reconnect with friends that I very much need around me, I see how much fun and how full of love my life can be. I am reminded. Single or not, I'll be just fine, thank you.

It isn't too long before my beautiful friends/community members connect me with the odd shift at the local restaurant/bar I used to work at, then one of them hook me up with this incredible job that I could have never conjured up with these bosses I don't believe exist (too good to be true), and as a result I am at work, surrounded by art, artists, art-talks, the ability to organize and be odd and play music I like and sing out loud to it. There are events that I actually care about, with people I love and respect very much. AND it's part-time, so I don't have to donate all of my time to it.

My job: beautiful. The weather: beautiful. My friends and community and family: beautiful. Goodness all around me. The only thing left to do is listen to the Beatles.

Oh my goodness.

A Lovely Saturday.

It is June of 2018, which means that I have officially dropped the ball on blogging.

The coolest part of this, of course, is that this blog is not my responsibility; it is not my duty to "keep up" with/on it, to "stay current". It is simply a tool. Something that serves to aid in getting my thoughts out, to commemorate a personal time/moment in my life, and likely I am the only subscriber. As such, if I do not write every day/month/never publish another post as long as I live, the only person I am in danger of letting down is myself. And I am very much still on my low-stress diet, which means I will certainly not allow the aforementioned scenario to bring me down.

Today I am in Portland. 

It is absolutely beautiful outside. In the park, past the cobblestone path from the parking garage, there is a spirited young man strumming guitar and singing the words to David Bowie's "Starman", a personal favorite for sure. I am in an area of Maine where I normally am not, I am drinking a locally brewed iced Americano from a cafe I have never before been to, and my car is safely in the garage. To further immerse myself into the romantic ease of the day, I recognize the fact that today is not mine to schedule. I have no further dates to keep; my only real responsibility was to make sure M got down here in time for his commitment. And I did! 

M will be occupied at said appointment until about 1pm. So what else is there for me to do but to legally park Jasper for about 4 hours and really appreciate some simple aspects of the area on this gorgeous day? And naturally check in on my blog, hopefully keeping my ability to write somewhat polished. 

Speaking of which, there is plenty to write about since the last post, and since the gift of time has once again fallen into my lap, perhaps I should take full advantage of it.