It’s been quite some time since I’ve sat down and wrote about my personal life in no uncertain terms. Whether it’s been due to my recent focus on things that inspire me, my not wanting to disclose my musical progress (which has become my most time-consuming activity outside of work) or some other reason, I have been feeling somewhat timid divulging my innermost secrets with regard to me.  So, to be brief while being simultaneously exhaustive, I can say this beyond a shadow of a doubt: there isn’t much to report.

Not to be mundane, but I have been practicing my guitar standing up as opposed to sitting down. While this might seem inconsequential, it actually changes my posture, my arm placement, and the amount in which I need to breathe while singing. In short, it’s been a challenge. And, because I don’t have a microphone, I have been imagining where an imaginary microphone might be, which only further compounds the difficulty.

Other than the musical training, work is fine and my personal life is non-existent, which is also fine. Although I previously stated that being social wasn’t something I should repress, I’ve simply been too focused on work and music to really notice otherwise. Furthermore, I was never a “ladies” man,” nor was I ever prone to “skirt chasing,” but there was a time when I did actively try and cultivate relationships with the opposite sex. I think my intentions were always quite clear however, and that was to take things along a slow, deliberate path. This of course, is not what most women want when first meeting someone, and I never held it against any of them. But now, with my life feeling somewhat complete, I don’t feel that “pull” of wanting something more.

So I soldier onward and upward, giving it all that I have, making solid if unspectacular gains. And the irony? It is here, in this moment, that I could stay forever.

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