It finally happened. A wake of emotion. A casual breakdown on the road.
Numb for so long, it was nice to feel the release that tears bring. An unusual tear shed in retaliation to the Smashing Pumpkins, but still a release nonetheless. Gosh, what is it with that band. Always pulling out feelings of angsty rebellion and introspective nostalgia.
It felt so good. A few screams. Colum McCann and songwriting mode, which didn't happen, naturally. Distractions. Distracted mind. As much as I attempt to meditate on presentness, my mind seems to have such a hard time following. Input - that's most likely my issue. One of my strengths (per assessment), but also the source of one of my greatest weaknesses. It causes me to want to learn everything (lol @ systematic theology, bartending notes, and python classes), but won't allow me to focus on anything to very significant depth. It's why I have a thousand interests but have difficulty pinpointing a passion. I can write, I can sing and play piano, I can draw, I can rock climb, I can run, heck - I can now even bartend and code, but do I excel at any of these? Nope. That's so frustrating to me. Yet without input, I would not have this intense desire to learn and experience. So thus I must be thankful for it.
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