Hey, Gentle Reader. It seems I’m in similar jam as to one I was in during the spring of 2014. Sorry for another re-run, but the sentiment remains. I mean, the circumstances are different – Doctor Boyfriend and I have long since split; the Tacoma changes and going back to school are in progress – the rays themselves are few on the ground at the moment. It was nice to look back on this and see that some of them came to fruition, though. It’s a reminder that there positive changes can, in fact, be made. Cheers, darlings.
Oh, my stars, Gentle Reader. I have really been slacking as far as the blog goes, lately. I beg your pardon – as you know, things have been a little rough lately. I even missed last Sunday’s Poetic Interlude – I’m sorry. Happy Easter, though?
Things are starting to look up – things with Doctor Boyfriend are going swimmingly, and he seems to be taking the chaos that comes from being associated with the Yoder family in stride. Right now, he’s the lighthouse in the stormy, night-time sea I’m struggling to navigate – but it’s still pretty early on, and I don’t want to put too much pressure on him. He seems to be holding up pretty well, though.
In other news, I’m shopping for a day-job in the Tacoma area, and looking at going back to school, maybe a cute little studio apartment in the St. Helens district. Who knows if either of those things will pan out – my plans usually fall through – but they’re giving me something to strive for.
There are a number of changes I’m trying to make in my life right now – that was the point of Europe, after all; a dramatic boundary, delineating the boundary in no uncertain terms of the life I want to make for myself. I’ve been reactive, not proactive; passive, not aggressive – dormant, sleeping, a plant nestled under a blanket of snow, waiting.
Spring is here.
You’ll have to forgive me if I’m a little less prolific here, and you’ll have to bear with me while I re-evaluate the priorities in my life, try to figure out who I am, and what that means, and why anyone should care. Those are questions that no one really answers, of course, but I’d like to have at least an inkling – surely I’m more than just the guy who stumbles across things like taxidermy rat underwear.
Thoughts and advice are welcomed, of course – and I’d be thrilled if you could help craft a resume! – but mainly, Gentle Reader, your patience and support are what I’m after. Thank you.
I’ll leave you here, with a little Rufus Wainwright.