Little Bill

Well that basically describes it. I’m doing okay for the most part. A little stress here, a little relief there. Sometimes I feel out of control and in such a whirlwind of activities I forget that I have a home in which to return. Other moments the silence is maddening, along with my restlessness.

All-in-all it’s good. I’m meeting new people, solidifying already important relationships — my best friend just asked me to be his best man — and learning that other friendships are like ping pong: you need two to play, at least if you want an interesting outcome.

We’re nearing the end of the year and 2007 is ramping up to be the year that could’ve been; revisiting past events and wondering where they went wrong, how they could have been avoided or how I would have done it differently. My time was spent focusing less on the here and now, or more importantly, the future and what it will bring and that’s not healthy.

Turning thirty has changed that in a lot of ways, though. I’m seeing my life on a larger scale, and taking steps to ensure that what will come next happens less serendipitously. Perhaps next time hindsight will be blurry, because foresight was 20/20.

How nice would that be?