I’m going through another phase where I’m tired of the com­fort­able stag­nancy I’ve cre­ated for myself. I need to throw my life into a bit of dis­or­der so I can fix it again.

So amongst the projects that have been occu­py­ing most of my time lately, I’ve started mak­ing plans to see friends I haven’t seen in a while. It’s about time for another long drive out to Toronto, a trip to John’s cot­tage, or play­ing host for dinner-and-a-movie-night.

There’s a dif­fer­ent sort of com­fort to be found in other peo­ple. It’s a dif­fer­ent voice, instead of the one in my head. A way of gain­ing some objec­tiv­ity. The key is find­ing right peo­ple. Fortunately, my friends all fit this category.

Maybe I’m try­ing to occupy myself, as a way to stop think­ing so much. Maybe I’m just crav­ing a change, because I think it’ll fill a lit­tle part of me that’s empty inside.