The day after January 1st, everyone was finally back online following varying terms of blowing off work for the holidays (the best excuse of all time). I experienced fluctuating levels of a slight depression and found it difficult to get through the day of work. After a year full of travel for the most part, I had been home since late October, no flights during. I finally had had time at home, living in Los Angeles full-time, and having fun times doing plenty of new & exciting things. I concluded that I was having "stoke withdrawals" - not being able to remember the last truly boring day I’d had. I can’t complain about this of course; I’m spoiled for the opportunity to basically do what I want each day. Now it was time to set new goals and begin forming new habits for the New Year. Of course, we can each do this anytime during the year and the New Year is an irrelevant deadline, but why resist the good energy when I could embrace it for the best?
Driving to Long Beach that following Saturday was clarifying for me. Headed to see an old friend, and a new one. It was a rare rainy day in Southern California.
Seeking normalcy comes with an undercurrent of anxiety for me, as if consistently "normal" days may represent aging into a less interesting existence. As stated previously, I've spoiled myself with a constant stimulation (recently) in life. But I'm not yet convinced that it's an ultimate negative.
I'm sleeping on it but need to take better notes of my dreams.