Friday, November 06, 2009
Missing the second bus.
I know my life is good.
I know I define myself too much by the work I do.
I know I get a lot of positive feedback from that part.
I know I'm lacking balance
I know I shouldn't think as much as I do
Especially about her.
I'm lucky that I'm free to do anything
But the truth is I do very little about that
I get too wound up in the moments
Then realize I miss my friends at the other end of NZ
I love that I can drop by there and feel welcome.
We can grab a beer or wine and watch a classic movie.
Leave conversations midstream for another shore
Bro-mance is a word I guess
I miss that here.
But today is a low day.
Two days from now I will look at this
pause, then maybe delete
wondering what i was thinking
But - not today.
Here they are catching the busses
Everyone is pregnant - or once removed
No one can play - even the husbands
Especially the husbands
And this is my second time around.