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A trip back home?

So next week I head back to Detroit for a work trip, and I’m dreading every little second of it.  Well, almost every second – I DO get to see my family for the first time in almost a year so that works.  But the rest of it is going to kind of suck.

See…  even though I’m from the Detroit area and it will always be home, I’ve grown VERY accustomed to working from home, by myself, without distraction.  So when the bosses say “Come into town, it will be great to see your face in person again” it doesn’t really instill the same thought for me.  For me it’s more like “Damn…  have to start wearing pants during work hours again” and “I don’t really care to see you in person, you’ll just get on my nerves when I can’t click ‘disconnect’ or ‘end call'”.

Oh well.

Oops… Oh, right… this thing.

So… just as it always seems to go with me, shortly after deciding to resurrect this blog my life gets all tied up with other life-y type things leaving me little time to pontificate on the finer things in life (read: post geeky web found treasures).

And so goes the same for this weekend.  Instead of spending my entire weekend online as I normally do, I’ve decide to go out and explore a bit (egad…  the sun!!!)

For the time being, I’ll leave you with this…  A pretty cool sunset photo taken from my balcony.

Enjoy your weekend, folks.  I know I plan to.  And if anything comes up that happens to be noteworthy, I’ll make sure I let ya’ll know about it.

( 10:15 pm edit: yeah not so great of a night out, after all…  no note worthy details I care to mention.  We’ll just say it didn’t go as planned-which is evidenced by being back home and online by 10pm.)

Back to my roots

I guess it happens to everyone at some point, right?  You wake up one day, look around, and say to yourself, “OK… how the hell did I end up here?!?”

I’m in my thirties.  Recently I came to the realization that everything that made me “me” had some how disappeared.  Vanished.  Not completely gone, but somewhere hidden in the shadows maybe.

I used to be a musician, and a pretty good one.  So much so that I paid my way through college by playing and made a pretty decent living out of it.

I used to be an artist – mediocre at best – but hey, at least I expressed myself.

I used to be a pretty social person.  I was out of the house 5 or 6 nights out of every week.

I used to be self educating.  If I came across something I wanted to learn or know more about, I learned it.  By myself.

These days – none of the above.  I’m not sure how or when it happened, really.  Only that it in fact did happen.  And I don’t like it.  It’s not that any of those talents has disappeared.  I’m pretty sure that if I sat down in front of a piano or picked up a pair of drumsticks I’d be able to make my way through it.  Or if I picked up a pen and a sketchpad I’d be able to come up with something at least recognizable.

So the problem is me.  More specifically, my mental and social attitude towards things.  I’ve gotten complacent.  And for someone that has always relied on intelligence and has always considered himself a creative person, that sucks.  And it’s totally unacceptable.

So today I make the public announcement (well kind of public, I guess) that I’m done with complacency.

I *will* reteach myself to make the effort – any effort.

I *will* begin learning something new – just because I can.

I *will* take the time to be a better person.

And most importantly – I *will* remind myself of who it was I wanted to be, and find a way to be that person again.