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I started writing this blog post yesterday. It began with one of those introspective analogies that bloggers use so often. My plan was to mold it into a commentary on life and struggle, hope and passion, struggle and strife. Yes I used struggle twice, and yes it made for an awkward sentence. Bloggers are whinny and talk way more about struggle than anything else, get over it. Anyway, I deleted it. After the first paragraph was written Jared walked out, said I think I’m getting the flu and left me in the office for the next 6 hours to entertain myself. My list included sending one text message to one person to delegate one task, writing a blog post, and reading. Not what you call a full day. I went home. I decided to come in Friday and bank on more tasks needing to be tackled then. So here I sit Tuesday morning Jared is still under the weather and I am left with about the same workload. The difference is that for my day off I made the best decision that could be made for a day off. I ran home, took a quick shower (During this time Mrs. Stooksbury managed to pack me a lunch a family of four would struggle to finish. It’s scary how much she reminds me of my mother at times.), and hoped in my car to travel three and a half hours for a surprise visit to the lady friend.
It made for a late night seeing as there was still a three and a half hour trip back to Suncrest, but it was well worth the effort. Kels was down in Cincy for orientation at Cincinnati Conservatory of Music which meant that there was a lot of craziness going on when I arrived. We both agreed that it wasn’t the most opportune time to visit but a welcomed one nonetheless. One of the coolest parts of the whole trip was the free recital some of the 3rd and 4th year students put on. Talented would be an understatement. As usual the final performance of the night was the best. Two guys entered from stage left. You just got this feeling that you were about to witness something beyond explanation. Kels and I looked at each other pointed to the curly red head with sharp features and said, “He’s gonna be gooooood.” I think Kelsey’s roommate fell in love by the second chord.
In all it was a good day off to be had. The trip back, as long and late as it was, was good. It was full of thoughts that needed thinking; so many thoughts that even though I didn’t get home until after two in the morning I had trouble falling asleep. As much as I hate losing sleep, it was a welcomed process of thought provoking confusion and even a few moments of clarity.
