My Best Creative Time

Is about right now...

It's 11:23pm.

And I've come to realize that I do my best writing/ creating between the hours of 11pm and 1am.

Which makes me wonder why I don't actually do work during these times.

I'm not one for New Year Resolutions... but I could possibly be doing myself a big favor by working at night.

What else has happened since the last time I posted on this blog?

12/18/14...

Wow. That's a lifetime ago.

My attention span is shortened. My career is heading in the right direction. I'm trying to do my best as a husband and a father. But I can do and be better.

It's been a 2 year break. And it feels like the blink of an eye.

I can remember what I had for dinner that night... Del Taco.

And I sang onstage with Weezer that night.

And I referenced a funny video of Riley Breckenridge... to Riley Breckenridge.

Have I... made ANY progress?

Yes. But not nearly enough.

This is a pretty fragmented post. I'm crawling again... but I'll be walking soon enough.

Time to go to sleep. I'll start working at night tomorrow.

...

Yeah. Not that much progress.

It's for Future Me

It's been almost 6 months since I've posted in this blog.

I've been busy. I've been lazy. I've bee preoccupied. I've been lazy.

There is one way to make sure I blog. I just need to remember that it's for "Future Me".

This blog has 9 followers. And I'd be curious to see how many of those people actually read every post. My guess is closer to 0 than 9.

But there is one person who has read all of my posts.

Me.

And there is another person who, every now and then, every once in a while, every blue moon... goes back to read select posts, to relive the moments and thoughts and stimuli that lead to each post.

Future me.

Future me is interested in what past me has to say because future me knows more than past me but not really because past me had the guts to write it down while future me just passively experiences what past me was courageous enough to document.

Read the paragraph again.

Future me is my biggest fan. And my biggest critic. And my closest friend. And my most jealous follower.

I've written about running, about Chase, about getting married, about changing jobs, about writing solo albums, about sports, about the mundane.

And future me eats it up.

And I don't know what it all means. Damn. No one does.

But future me will always be interested in what past me has to say.

Because I'm nostalgic. Because I'm narcissistic. Because if future me can't be a fan of past me then what's the point?

Rachel's asleep. I like watching her sleep. She's beautiful when she sleeps....

Chase is asleep, too. He turns four this year. I think I have memories from when I was four...

I'm going to play guitar tonight. And I'm going to write a song. And it won't be for you. It will be for me. For future me, for past me, for present me.

Damn. I'm a selfish person.