"sunshine" part 2

Sorry that my last few posts have all been kind of depressing. I must have been in a weird funk, like some poet who wears only black and won't eat anything with flavor and seeks to entertain his dark themed writing. Anyhow, I think I'm out of it now. I'm trying to write more happy poems. My mind tends to go where my poetry lives. Therefore happy poems equals a happier me. So far it's working.

After receiving some unfortunate news my thoughts returned to a post from a few weeks ago. The reason that feel I am a different person when I am at work during the summer vs. when I am at school is because, when I'm at work, my life is segregated. It isn't hard to be happy all the time when it is only for 6-8 hrs a day. Once work is over I get a nice hour or so drive to relax, listen to music, collect my thoughts, and then be home to different people. When I'm at school I don't get to escape from my life and responsibilities. Life doesn't end at 5pm. There is no clocking-out of friendships, conflict with other people, avoiding or tolerating people I don't mesh well with. When I'm in Seattle there is just one me, 24-7. My only escapes are church and the occasional trip to visit a friend who lives outside my house. So even though the holly in Seattle isn't always quite as easy going and doesn't always smile as big, I think that she is closer to the real me.



Here is a picture of me and my friend Julie. We ran the Husky Dawg Dash together last week. We are so fast that we don't even have to train. (truth be told, the only reason I go is for the shirt)