Hope, Dreams, Daydreams, and imagination all combine together against me, it’s a symphony of teamwork that makes me sing this song by my favorite band.
Why am I so nervous? I’m not sure it’s nervousness as much as excitement. Tomorrow I meet with people to talk about the next big project. I’m excited, eager, and find myself floating away on my daydreams.
There is that feeling that comes from being totally alone. I have the children, but that’s not what I mean.
Inside each of us, we have a treasure room. Inside that treasure room we keep our thoughts and desires, our hopes, anticipations, and dreams. For some of us, giving out the key to the treasure room is as easy as breathing. We keep multiple copies and can’t help but give them out wherever we go. For others, like me, there are so few people who have even seen the room that it’s turned into only a myth.
This isn’t to say no one knows the depth of me, I’ve let one or two in a little, but to this point in time, it’s never really worked out, and has only given me cause to hire more guards to watch the doors… and so, those stories, feelings, and things I wish to share, grow old in a locked up room, and there are times, late at night, when I can’t help but feel the weight of that and wish it weren’t so very much.
Generally being a single Father of four is busy, but in the last week, it’s been more than busy enough.
It all began with a simple purchase. Once upon a time, I was recently divorced, and while I got most of the time with the children, I traded pretty much ‘everything else’ to do it. Very soon afterwards I decided that man was not meant to live on an air mattress. So I made the modest purchase of a high quality futon.
There are some simple lessons I need to pass on to anyone else who feels like this is a good idea.
With these discoveries, and figuring out that I don’t sleep that comfortably on this bed. I have finally taken the ‘plunge” towards getting a real bed. It comes tomorrow… and in order to be ready for it… I’ve had to: clean, paint, buy sheets, move the futon, and still get everything done.
I’m exhausted, I’m excited to get a real bed, because I need some real sleep. (I’ll post pictures later, but my bedroom is starting to look like a real bedroom… amazing what a difference paint makes!