Uh…let’s try this again

I’ve spent the last few days on a constant hydration drip. I picked up a book to poke a few synapses in the eye. I think I’m on the verge of thinking again.

I won’t bore non-LEAFer’s with a weekend narrative. But it should be pointed out, I am a changed man (at least for the next few weeks).

It is very easy as we work our way through our workaday lives to fall into a pit of frustration. We try to escape by seeking refuge in weekend frivolity (usually in a dirty bar or on a back porch). We refugees find comfort in that respite, but within a day or so find ourselves screaming at people we love, constantly cursing our work, and living soley for the end of the week. I can say all this…because I’m a damned expert.

Over the past six days, I’ve taken on a different attittude. It didn’t happen all at once. In between relaxed games of Euchre, the crack-swoosh of many beers, the tribal beat of hippie drums, and so many belly laughs my abs still ache…I found a peace. It is a peace of friendship, of relaxation, and of a life that rises above daily worthlessness.

Two posts ago, I wrote with vigor on the resiliancy of my mood. The future–then–was untapped. I’ve decided that perhaps the future still is untapped. Perhaps there is something greater ahead. And perhaps I should be excited right now.

Ahead lies a summer. Then a fall. Then a new year.

I won’t be so optimistic as to predict a complete change-over from old grump to starry-eyed idealist. But I have some faith in the future now where I did not before.

Note: Brother Beaker’s CODE ORANGE is defunct. He’s very busy fixing up sick people and getting married.

Another note: The Texan has taken on some freelance design work. Check out his site for the link