perlpunk

My past few weeks have had many great moments shared. I was excited to see Supersuckers, Devotchka and Planes Mistaken for Stars, three great bands in one week. There are two more shows to come in the next few days that I have been looking forward to for sometime, as well I have found renewed friendship and made plans for what should be some exciting times. Though I have little 'wrong' in my life and am generally happy, I'm realizing a missing continuity throughout the hours, days, and weeks. It's a pretty uneasy feeling in general and can't help but think it has a bit to do with my job. In a nutshell it's a great job, though has unfortunately in a way become some of just that, a job. I'm doing much less creative work then I used to when I was completely stressed out in my previous position.

At the end of some days I'm left is feeling adrift, things generally so calm and well managed in this personal sea, the good parts provide too much of a high. Though I crave alone time to settle and relax, my social unrest seems to get the best of me. I continue to analyze my current position, fine tune and seek a fix for such state, though nothing has fit yet.

I'm unsure if my upcoming move will provide more continuity or less. In just it is exactly what it is for a purpose that we're not always aware. I think I see why people seek literature to subdue or solve such quandaries.