Early mornin' blog time!
It's been a week and my hand's feeling a lot better. Still a bit painful in the vicinity of my ring-finger-knuckle, but it isn't freezing up my whole hand. The weekend was pretty cool; I went airsofting for the second time in my life. Didn't win up getting shot, but I got a few hits of my own! It was dark before we actually started, so I took advantage of some really awesome shadows cast by the walls of the house we were around.
Last night I went on my semi-ritualistic walk to the end of 13th street. I go there when I need to shed an emotional skin, so to speak. A few years ago, I was feeling pretty low and decided to take a long walk to wherever my feet would lead me. After a while, I realized that there was more sidewalk and when I looked up, I saw:
It was kind of a powerful moment. It was, quite literally, a sign. I'm not exactly a spiritual guy, but certain serendipitous events like this can leave an impact. It was like an excuse to just rid myself of the negativity I was holding onto; a mental detox. Last night, I added the step of bringing a lighter with me. I think it was because of that night that I started collecting them, even though I don't smoke (cigarettes, anyway). The idea was that I remember carrying a lighter and scraping the flint against the metal in the opposite direction of lighting it. This time, I imagined the scraping to be a literal scraping off of all the bullshit that happened over the last year. I lit it for a good minute when I reached the sign. Felt symbolic.
I really needed that.
It's been a week and my hand's feeling a lot better. Still a bit painful in the vicinity of my ring-finger-knuckle, but it isn't freezing up my whole hand. The weekend was pretty cool; I went airsofting for the second time in my life. Didn't win up getting shot, but I got a few hits of my own! It was dark before we actually started, so I took advantage of some really awesome shadows cast by the walls of the house we were around.
Last night I went on my semi-ritualistic walk to the end of 13th street. I go there when I need to shed an emotional skin, so to speak. A few years ago, I was feeling pretty low and decided to take a long walk to wherever my feet would lead me. After a while, I realized that there was more sidewalk and when I looked up, I saw:
It was kind of a powerful moment. It was, quite literally, a sign. I'm not exactly a spiritual guy, but certain serendipitous events like this can leave an impact. It was like an excuse to just rid myself of the negativity I was holding onto; a mental detox. Last night, I added the step of bringing a lighter with me. I think it was because of that night that I started collecting them, even though I don't smoke (cigarettes, anyway). The idea was that I remember carrying a lighter and scraping the flint against the metal in the opposite direction of lighting it. This time, I imagined the scraping to be a literal scraping off of all the bullshit that happened over the last year. I lit it for a good minute when I reached the sign. Felt symbolic.
I really needed that.