In the midst of the cold I find great comfort under my covers. I feel as if I can spend hours that turn into days inside where it is warm. But it is only when I step outside and the brisk air fills my lungs that I feel the day has truly begun. Fresh air can mean a fresh perspective or at the very least a reboot to face a new day.
Humans are creatures of habit and I am no different. I often feel like doing the same thing over and over again brings me a bit of safety. But lately I feel like that feeling of safety is a false sense of security. There are plenty of other routes to take and I realize now that I have to try them out to figure out whether or not they are safe. Still there must be some thought put into deciding which new routes to take. There is great comfort in finding a new safe route especially when you never thought it existed.
I miss him. I love him. I wrote Doin’ Good in his honor.
The Strawberry One Act Festival
March 17th 6pm & March 18th 8:30pm
Theatre 54 @ Shetler Studios 12th FL