A Quick Post (from last night)

This morning I sat down and was going to write a magnificent blog full of anecdotes, observations, and general wisdom that would transcend my blog and find itself spread into the offline world. Yes. It was going to rock that much.

But pleasant diversions and a day spent with good friends led me astray from the laptop and I'm not sitting back on that same couch trying to write something, anything, before I hop in the shower and head out to listen to the wonderfully talented KNOT FIBB'N, an Irish folk group that is hitting the stage at a local pub here tonight.

So a day with friends followed by a night with friends. And nothing productive to show for it. Except a day of relaxation and a day in the life of me. Which in itself was productive. I just didn't write anything. I talked a lot about writing. A lot.

And that got me thinking again about that night in December ten years ago. It was cold and snowy, much like this week. And that it's been ten years is frightening in itself. But it was one of those nights that you don't ever let go of. Nothing monumental happened in the grand scheme of world affairs and history.

But that was the moment that I let go of my worry.

Many people have noted that I don't often seem stressed. And oftentimes, I'm not. And if I am, I am only for a moment and then I realize that stress and worry never solved a damn thing and I get back into whatever fight I'm in.

I was 18.

More tomorrow... I have to go save some seats.