tran·si·tion
[tran-zish-uh
n, -sish-] –noun
1. movement, passage, or change from one position, state, stage, subject, concept, etc., to another; change: the transition from adolescence to adulthood.
2.Music .
a. a passing from one key to another; modulation.
b. a brief modulation; a modulation used in passing.
c. a sudden, unprepared modulation.
3. a passage from one scene to another by sound effects, music, etc., as in a television program,theatrical production, or the like.
–verb (used without object)
4. to make a transition: He had difficulty transitioning from enlisted man to officer.
It is so very interesting to me that such an important word would have such a simple definition. I suppose that is true of most "big" words; love, hate,sadness,happiness,laughter,tears...the list goes on. My return back to New York, per usual, has been a gradual acclimation to urban life, Fighting and Kicking all the way. By this point, my friends and Daniel have certainly tired of me talking about 80˚ weather and fresh orange juice from you backyard's tree. They are, however, not tired themselves of complaining about shitty "winter mix" weather, which by the way is a combination of rain, snow, wind, and below 30 degrees and is pretty much the most disgusting type of weather there is. I jumped right on the ban wagon and started complaining myself about being inside all the time, not wanting to motivate and do anything but watch movies and sleep. Not venturing out into the city or over to friend's places, but instead trying to coerce friends to come over to your place, if for not other reason than the simple fact that this enables you to NOT GO ANYWHERE. Aside from the weather there is easing back into work and generating work. I don't have to tell you a thing about that, needless to say, the panic feeling the wakes me up every morning is starting to become a bit to familiar. Being here is also hard because, well, I am not there. There being California. There being somewhere else. There being another life with other people where I do other things. I am fortunate to have both, I love that I have both and I don't take it for granted. However, the struggle this time around is how do I make my life on both coasts a concrete reality. How do I get myself back and forth more often in order to have those in my life that make my life worth living. This is not to say I don't love my family, friends, and life here, but I want to be better about the harmony between my two worlds. Sure, it might be like aiming for the stars, but I like the stars so I am up to the challenge.
This transition is about being a better me. Listening more. Talking more. Creating more. Dancing more. Cooking more. Being more of an artist. Don't get me wrong, by "more" I don't mean taking up time or filling my days to the max so that I burn out. By more, I mean higher quality, more diligence, more intent, more of Me in everything I do. This has begun with cleaning out my system of alcohol, which feels fucking amazing and I am not even a week in. Doing more yoga on a daily, sometimes twice a day, basis. Dancing. In class, in the supermarket, on the street, at the coffee shop, in my home.. everywhere. I went to dance today and I feel so much more relaxed and at ease. I am rambling, but it feels good.
Fuck, my mouth is on fire right now. I am having left overs for lunch from dinner that I made last night for myself, Flannery, Weston, and Daniel. I made Israeli Cous Cous with Caramelized Onions, Dried Apricots, Chick Peas, and Toasted Pecans. For lunch I decided to add some Sriracha hot sauce and it sure as hell gives it a kick. I am so addicted to that shit, it makes everything spicy and delicious!!
Tonight I am going to lay low. Do work. Read. Draw. Tomorrow I have Jury Duty which I am going to try and get out of, but this is the third time I have done that so they might say "hell no." I will be somewhat fucked in that case because starting Thursday I am working through next Friday. There must be a way to get around the system, I think if I prove that I am self employed and that I can't not work... who knows, I am going to put on my actress hat and see what I can do.
Now... about that photo. First off, how crazy is the similarity between Barbara and Flannery, it is almost uncanny. Secondly, how about your hair!!! Wow, daddy you were really letting it all out. You do look so handsome and I can certainly understand why Mommy would fall for you with a smile like that. I love you Deaner and I am glad you and Maccers got together, I really am.
It is so very interesting to me that such an important word would have such a simple definition. I suppose that is true of most "big" words; love, hate,sadness,happiness,laughter,tears...the list goes on. My return back to New York, per usual, has been a gradual acclimation to urban life, Fighting and Kicking all the way. By this point, my friends and Daniel have certainly tired of me talking about 80˚ weather and fresh orange juice from you backyard's tree. They are, however, not tired themselves of complaining about shitty "winter mix" weather, which by the way is a combination of rain, snow, wind, and below 30 degrees and is pretty much the most disgusting type of weather there is. I jumped right on the ban wagon and started complaining myself about being inside all the time, not wanting to motivate and do anything but watch movies and sleep. Not venturing out into the city or over to friend's places, but instead trying to coerce friends to come over to your place, if for not other reason than the simple fact that this enables you to NOT GO ANYWHERE. Aside from the weather there is easing back into work and generating work. I don't have to tell you a thing about that, needless to say, the panic feeling the wakes me up every morning is starting to become a bit to familiar. Being here is also hard because, well, I am not there. There being California. There being somewhere else. There being another life with other people where I do other things. I am fortunate to have both, I love that I have both and I don't take it for granted. However, the struggle this time around is how do I make my life on both coasts a concrete reality. How do I get myself back and forth more often in order to have those in my life that make my life worth living. This is not to say I don't love my family, friends, and life here, but I want to be better about the harmony between my two worlds. Sure, it might be like aiming for the stars, but I like the stars so I am up to the challenge.
This transition is about being a better me. Listening more. Talking more. Creating more. Dancing more. Cooking more. Being more of an artist. Don't get me wrong, by "more" I don't mean taking up time or filling my days to the max so that I burn out. By more, I mean higher quality, more diligence, more intent, more of Me in everything I do. This has begun with cleaning out my system of alcohol, which feels fucking amazing and I am not even a week in. Doing more yoga on a daily, sometimes twice a day, basis. Dancing. In class, in the supermarket, on the street, at the coffee shop, in my home.. everywhere. I went to dance today and I feel so much more relaxed and at ease. I am rambling, but it feels good.
Fuck, my mouth is on fire right now. I am having left overs for lunch from dinner that I made last night for myself, Flannery, Weston, and Daniel. I made Israeli Cous Cous with Caramelized Onions, Dried Apricots, Chick Peas, and Toasted Pecans. For lunch I decided to add some Sriracha hot sauce and it sure as hell gives it a kick. I am so addicted to that shit, it makes everything spicy and delicious!!
Tonight I am going to lay low. Do work. Read. Draw. Tomorrow I have Jury Duty which I am going to try and get out of, but this is the third time I have done that so they might say "hell no." I will be somewhat fucked in that case because starting Thursday I am working through next Friday. There must be a way to get around the system, I think if I prove that I am self employed and that I can't not work... who knows, I am going to put on my actress hat and see what I can do.
Now... about that photo. First off, how crazy is the similarity between Barbara and Flannery, it is almost uncanny. Secondly, how about your hair!!! Wow, daddy you were really letting it all out. You do look so handsome and I can certainly understand why Mommy would fall for you with a smile like that. I love you Deaner and I am glad you and Maccers got together, I really am.
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