Under the Green Desk Lamp…
As I’m sure you can imagine, I’ve been wondering about you. What are you up to? What last made you laugh out loud? What song’s stuck in your head? Just where are you, anyway?
Have you been getting the same questions I’ve been getting lately? From friends, or yourself? Is it a matter of age, or the circumstances of those around you? How does it feel when you hear those things?
“Are you doing what you love?”
“Do you think you’ll ever get married?”
Do you stutter briefly, trying to mentally separate those into three different and distinct questions?
I have a strange feeling that you do. But I guess that makes sense, doesn’t it?
Most everything I do contributes to what I love in some way or another, and of late I’ve seen greater success and recognition in all those regards than I have for a long time. It’s good to stop and remember that. People do that too seldom these days.
Still, there does remain this looming sense that something is missing, and I suppose that’s where those other two questions come in.
But you knew that already. You always do, I’m sure. After all, nothing worth having is unimproved by virtue of being shared with loved ones.
As usual, there’s no grand theory here, no epiphanies or oaths to offer, not now at any rate, not yet. It’s all just idle chatter, because I wonder about you sometimes, and thought I’d just throw this out there to say hello.
I hope you’re well, whatever you’re doing. Take care of yourself, and I’ll be keeping my eye out for you, as always.
I expect you’ll do the same.
-Brad OH Inc.