Hi. I’ve been drifting away from my writing for a while now,
and I don’t like the feeling of unfamiliarity I get sitting in front of my
screen. Things in my life have been tumultuous to say the least, and today is going
to be the day that I take away from the chaos.
I was scheduled to work today, the eighth day in a
fifteen-day stretch in which the Wild are at home, and a couple concerts roll
through the Xcel Center. I decided to talk with my bosses and inform them that
I needed a “personal day” because I needed a break. I have been pushing myself
for a little over five months, and today is just a prep day, and I am all
caught up. So, my first goal was to write a blog post, which I believe I am
succeeding in right this moment.
Unfortunately, there are other aspects of my life from which
I needed a break, and my relationship is the big one. Things are on hold right
now in what I will only refer to as a longer “personal day.” I know my life is
very public with this blog, but hers is not, and that is why I will leave it at
that.
So, what am I going to do with this day? Well, this was top
priority, but while I’m writing, my first load of laundry is in the washer. It
really piles up when I work every day, then go to the gym, then change into my
PJs. So my plan for the morning is to
sit quietly in front of Netflix and slowly clean up after myself from the last
week of nonstop action. I will eventually go to the gym, because that makes me
feel good about myself, and I will take Willie out for a walk in the woods,
where the air is clean, and the sounds of the city are distant. And I will send
a letter to a prisoner, something I did regularly for a while, but have to
catch up on today.
I start another seven-day workweek tomorrow, and the clothes
will pile back up, my feet will ache, and my mind and heart will race with
thoughts of my future in a relationship—my resting heart rate climbed from 59
to 64 since we decided to break it off. I just found out this morning that the
Wild clinched a playoff berth, which means the month of April is now full of
work. But, then there’s a lull, and I will be able to restore some sanity to my
agenda. This is a six-month schedule, and for the most part, it’s been
manageable, really just the past month has been chaotic. And when summer
arrives, and I’m off for weeks at a time, I will really be able to enjoy myself
because of all the hard work I put in over the winter.
Summer: Here comes the beauty, the fun, the timeless
classic. Here comes the sun, and the magic it creates. Summer makes superior
memories, brighter smiles, louder laughter, and it brings us all out of the
dark that we’ve been cooped up in for too long. Come on, sun, poke your head out,
we need you.
That’s all I’ve got for now. I will try to write more often
because when I do, I feel more creative, and when that happens, my whole life
is better. Really, I do this for me. You sometimes get to benefit from the
strange thoughts and opinions that leak out of my head, but really this fixes
me, and that is why I need to keep writing.
