cycling trivialities

Well, I'm officially single again. To be exact, it's been a good few weeks now, since things ended, but in all honesty, it wasn't the cleanest of breakups. It wasn't the cleanest of relationships, either, but that's sometimes how the cards are played. The cord has been cut but the thing that was used to cut it didn't do such a good job. Think of a butter knife through rope - not so tidy; not so easy. But cut nonetheless, with, admittedly, still the tiniest of threads left. Each day that passes prompts the thread to fray. It may soon tear.

It was a short run, only two months, but it took a toll on me. I feel like I can breathe again, like not only my head but my torso is above water as well. I'm writing more, going out less, really doing things I want to do. Because after all - and not to sound narcissistic - but I am the most important person in my life, right? And you are the most important person in yours. Remember that, givers of the world. You can place as many breadcrumbs as you like in your curled up fist. Stretch it out, extend it, open your hand. But don't give it all away. Don't forget, you need to eat too.

Life is good. It's summer in Sacramento, and yet the weather remains moderate. I'm riding my bike more (still need to get a proper headlight though for night riding), spending more time with my family, and just plain doin' shit. I'm starting to get involved in improv and finding that I'm not only funny around friends but in front of an audience (albeit small) as well. When I was in Berlin, I was hounded monthly by a friend to come to his improv performances - not to watch but to participate in. He was part of a troupe, English speakers of course, who would get together and have shows in town. I never ended up going. I wanted to go, really did mean to go before I left, I swear! But for one reason or another I just never made it.

So why not now?

There's tons of things on my list, tons of things I want to do. In addition to improv, I want to try acting! I also want to get a motorcycle license. And, maybe most importantly, I need to actually sit down and start writing that god damn book. My 28th year. My year away. My year in Europe. If not just to get it down for myself, then to get it down for good friends who keep reminding me to do it.

Oh yeah, and I'm going to sign up for a German class in the fall. In preparation of going back to Berlin in the spring.