Reaffirm

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It's been exactly 10 months since my last post. As time goes on, I seem to have less to say. Or maybe life has been good, and my mind has been content. So there's been no need to question the existence of the universe on blogspot.

The Olympics are upon Vancouver, and downtown is a non-stop party zone. In particular, I notice more street performers, roads exclusively for pedestrians, and longer line ups for everything. The line up for Japadog on Burrard and Smithe is nearly a whole block long. It's fun. Festive. Cities, crowds, and parties have a way of altering our calibration of worth. How else could people be convinced to stand in line for 40 minutes for a hotdog.

And I like this. I am touched by life when something, anything, means so much.

It was a little over 10 years ago I decidedly left behind a music career. And though, despite all my whining, I do not regret my last decade of choices and actions, it grows more and more apparent with each nightfall that I cannot leave behind that part of me. If I ever had any skill with a musical instrument, it's long left me. I'll sing to myself in the alley. If I lose my voice, I will still stamp my hands and feet. Take that away, and I'll still hear the world in my head. I don't know how to feel alive otherwise.

So let me promise myself... that I will not let myself lose touch again.