It’s been brought to my attention that I’ve been keeping uncharacteristically mum about recent life changes. Which is to say, I haven’t told the internet. The thing is, I’ve been on a bit of a winning streak, and I think that I have been worried that by talking about it, I will somehow jinx it.
I know, I know. That’s balderdash. Baloney. Bosh.
Superstition aside, and all else being equal, good things are just as likely to happen as bad things, right? The notion that every good thing that happens is so fragile and random that I can’t even breathe a word about it is probably just the product of a mind that was warped by too many dramatic television arcs and too much melancholy music during adolescence.
In the last week, two very important things have happened. One is that I found a new apartment, and it is exactly what I was hoping to find: perfect size, reasonably priced, great landlords, near friends. Oh, and the location? Right by one of my favorite parks in Saint Louis.
The second good thing is that I was offered a new job. It’s going to be a great next step, career-wise, AND I think it’s going to give me the financial and temporal stability to devote more time and energy my music, writing, volunteering, friendships: all of those things that have been back-burnered for too long.
And speaking of friendships, I’ve been thinking a lot about how fortunate I am in that part of my life. My friends and family have done a lot to help me and support me. I’m not sure whether I say “thank you” enough…but then again, is there any number of “thank yous” that could ever be enough?
Okay, that’s all. I’ll let Bowie sing us out:
