I did some retail therapy today: I bought some jeans that fit comfortably (see: not tight enough to not allow me to move and not baggy enough to make me a rapper) and some wonderful t-shirts that look very similar to t-shirts I already wear. I'm getting as bad as a certain friend who only wears three dresses, though I love her and her dresses.
My horoscope told me to take inventory of my allies and tools that can help survive the lunacy of the world. Here's a quick list of those people/things.
Aaron Baker
Aaron Chester
Gavin
Anne
Molly
Arthur
Liz
Lizbeth
ELIZAbeth
Joan
Janet
Randy
Mom
Dad
Brooke
Matt P
Matt D
Sarah H
Canada
Kylee (cuz she's just being Kylee)
Drew, my favorite Bartender
The slew of people I collaborate with in Theatre at Truman
Jon Becraft
Tara D
James Lochbaum USMC
Running
Working Out
Writing Poetry
Reading Poems
Practicing the Craft of Theatre (whatever that entails)
Just Writing in General
The Music of Ryan Adams
The Wombats "Lets Dance to Joy Division" which is my current Anthem
Driving in My Car
Coffee
Really Really Good Beer
Really Really Good Food
Bad Action Flicks
Neofuturism
Nate
Adrienne
Vlogging With the Gents
Hugs
Sarah Hass of McNair
Katie Tolle and Danielle
The word "Mettle"
And so on and so forth. I have a lot to be grateful for and a lot to feel good and confident about, and I think most people do, even in times of strife. I had a question of confidence or rather self early yesterday from a negligible event. It had me shaken and questioning the very nature of who I've worked so fucking hard to become over the past few months, the past year, the past life. I thought I was regressing, reverting into the version of myself most people are casually aware of and those who intimiately knew it as a highly anxious, depressed, scared man. Those days are done for now, and though tragedy may always by my door, due to the nature of existence and my past, I've decided to hug it and invite it in for a cup of coffee or make it my doormat.
With that said, it's time to go back to Aaron's for dinner. He's cooking fish and mushrooms and I'm so excited. I'm seeing the expendables (again), this time with Aaron. Am I tired of the movie? Maybe a little but nothing beats being with you friends at the end of the day.
Cheers from the Stone Spiral Coffee Shop.
