Traveling is its own triumph.

We had a somewhat tricky trip here, narrowly avoiding a couple potentially major accidents, but we made it safely nonetheless. We have enjoyed spending a lot of time with family and a few friends while we have been here, further relishing in the beautiful weather and incredibly scenic surroundings. The lack of responsibility has been a boon to my spirit and emotional balance. And even though it hasn't been all smiles,(as the occasional sting of recent events would incur) I would still call this vacation a successful escape, and necessary catharsis, from the weight I have long carried in tow. And there's still lots left to enjoy. It is a wonderful thing.

On the way out with a bang.

Today was a long day but it was shared with a great crew. The work was fun and challenging and I hope to do more of it.

Almost free.

I picked up a bunch of work over the last several days and after tomorrow's gig I'll be rearing to hit the road. It has been a good crop of work but I am really looking forward to the time away. My brain, my soul... my heart needs the break. I plan to shoot my own stuff as I go but it definitely won't be work. I plan for it to be art, instead.

Work is a valuable form of healing.

It is a distraction, yes, which has it's value for being that but there is more to work's value than just being a distraction. It is service. It is focus. It is collaboration. It is effort. It is usefulness. It is living in a valuable way. Too much of it can be unhealthy but lack of it is positively wretched. I am quite lucky to love my work.

Starting to get back in a groove.

I wouldn't exactly consider myself a fully functioning working man yet but I kind of feel like the work I'm doing is a decent dose that seems to be helping my emotional state. The distance of time(it has been 15 days since Mom's passing now) has started to have it's natural healing effects, I suppose, and I certainly can't complain about that. Time is an important ally in some of life's personal battles.

Reminiscing with old buddies.

Today was basically a day of hanging out with rad people, some of which I haven't seen much for maybe twenty years or more. And it was quite the experience, something like the high school reunion. The difference this time was our inclination to be more open about the challenges and trials we have been through over the years. These are true friends as opposed to the more casual(though still important) kind. I am grateful for their kindness and enduring friendship. I am a lucky man despite the unlucky challenges of late.

Taking a break from the pain.

Maybe it seems a little disingenuous but I think I kind of needed a "non-day" where I sort of avoided thinking about anything pain related. I just needed an emotional break, I suppose. Plus, I might be a little physically ill so going the "do nothing" route seemed well justified. I still have a bit of congestion which might take another day or two to work out but I don't think I have a fever or anything anymore(if I ever had one in the first place.) I just look forward to the week. Should be interesting.