Vacillating Velocity

. . . from all the wedding bells.  I just got the call this afternoon: my best friend is getting married.  I’m so excited!  Her fiancee is a great guy, and I’m not surprised.  As she put it, “I was never that excited about the idea of marriage, but I really want to marry Kevin.”  Swoon.  I happily agreed to be her maid of honor, meaning that twice this fall I will be crossing timezones to be a part of the wedding of a good friend.  This also serves as a semi-frightening reminder of the rapidity at which thirty approacheth.  At least nobody’s churning out babies yet.

This morning’s post brought to you by the letter I, for insomnia, and the number of days since I last posted, which is a lot. While “things” have “happened” in my “life,” I mostly wanted to write for posterity, and to remind myself that I still enjoy butchering the English language for my own amusement.

I was thinking, as I lay in bed trying not to think so I could regain unconsciousness, about a recent truth that has been solidifying, and finally took form in a conversation with a co-worker recently; I love to snowboard, but not to the extent that makes this lifestyle worthwhile.

Not to say that I’m definitely planning to bail on Summit County in November when my lease is up, but this is certainly the last season I will operate lifts. I crave an occupation that doesn’t require getting up annoyingly early at the beginning of every day, and leave me drained at the end.

Part of this could be crankiness from spring break season – Colorado is the closest real skiing available to the bulk of the midwest, and did I mention I’m a misanthrope on a good day? So once that’s over, there are certainly some good times ahead on the job. But as much as I’m looking forward to those, and not ready to stow Selene¹ in the closet just yet, I’m equally excited for summer. I plan to drive out to California for a couple weeks of between-jobs visitation and fun in the sun.

I guess I’m rambling. Not as much as I would be if I started telling you little anecdotes from my not-super-exciting life (current reason my ribs are bruised: running into a small child! that was a bad day), but enough to want to try to wrap this up. Suffice it to say that I’m feeling a little directionless. Sometimes it’s exciting in a world-of-possibilities sort of way, sometimes it’s terrifying in a shit-what-now? sort of way. Oh well. Party tonight!