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By 9:22 AM , , ,

flying out of Chicago over Lake Michigan
Boy is it ever hard to start writing once you've stopped. It's like trying to ride a bicycle from the bottom of a hill.

It's been over three months since my last post. I was pretty happy that I was able to write regularly for the past two years. But this summer I became preoccupied, to say the least. Some things happened that were insanely great, and other things were annoying or horrible and I let them rule my summer because I let it. Initially, it felt a lot like constipation (this is mostly figure of speech) and whatever was blocking my writing would soon pass. But then it started to feel like a malignant tumor metastasizing into other parts of my being. Whatever it was, I was working really hard at ridding of it. But then in September I realized that this thing I was trying to excise from my daily life was something of my own creation. That's when everything changed. Suddenly I felt like a cow about to give birth to a calf (again, figure of speech). As soon as I made that mental shift, all things started to fall into its proper place. Every little thing that was under scrutiny in my life turned into a good reason to start anew.

So, naturally, what does one do at such a critical juncture.

Get on a plane and leave town, naturally.

I wanted to see my father. It's been two years, almost to the day, since I last saw him. And now that I've sorted out a few things, I felt OK to extract myself from life for a while.

If practice does indeed make perfect, I'm a fucking master at do-overs.


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2 comments

  1. Have fun, KT.
    P.S. I think do-overs can be AMAZING things. Although I prefer to call them re-inventions!

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  2. You, Madonna and Neil Patrick Harris!
    I came across something that you'll def like. I'll see you w/ Bourdain!
    K

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