No one reads weblogs on Saturday and Sunday, or at least most of the regulars don’t. Googlers and Yahooers, in typical student manner, do research late on Sunday night. So maybe, maybe I’ll sneak a few in here that are introspective rather than entertaining. Interesting to me now, in the midst of my pondering the intent and reason behind creativity, to so blithely pass off an answer in two words: introspective and entertaining.
One thing that is happening today is that my friend Neha is coming over to frame one of her many awards. I think back to last October and how we were introduced by our mutual professor and friend, Steve, when he told me that Neha could help me set up a weblog with some code I wanted. Aside from the fact that it took us a few days to hook up, time in which I made a complete ass of myself looking for “Wanderlust?” in my best secret agent impersonation, we finally met. She was so warm and friendly and I admit, it put me off a little. I’m one who prefers a few close friendships to a crowd of acquaintances, and there was another barrier I put up against making a new friend; facing the loss of an old one. It was like buying a new puppy when you notice your fourteen year old dog can’t see very well anymore, and achingly rises an hour later than you in the morning, finally standing to get his bearings before slowly making his way out to the door. I resisted because you cannot replace a friend. I resisted because sometimes, it takes a while to face reality and we need to pick out our own crayons to color the world a little bit different than it is.
Things change, and we adjust, and I’m able, I think, to color the sky blue once again.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
a beautiful tribute to friendships, old and new.