Listener Wanted
January 31, 2008
And I’m not talking about my music.
Well — I welcome listeners to my music, always. Don’t get me wrong.
But tonight, I feel like *I* need a listener.
Life is going well, nothing bad happened today or recently.
It’s just that, I think everyone needs listeners. Somebody who listens and accepts what you’re saying without judgment.
This last year or so, especially since my son was born and my social life became extinct (well, I’m exaggerating — it didn’t really die completely, though it became scarce), I just hadn’t had a chance to sit down with someone and just spill my beans. Of course, I can do that with my wife, and I do sometimes, but the two of us are simply too engrossed in running this ship that is our family. Talking to each other really doesn’t serve as a break from the daily grind.
I do have friends, but I’ve been just missing that special someone, someone with time and room in his/her heart, to just sit and watch me overflow and absorb my spillage.
My life has always been full, there’s a lot going on. And I have to admit, I am feeling antsy these days — we made the move because we didn’t want to just survive but thrive. We were marginally thriving in Texas, and we thought moving here would be a way to take it up a notch or two. I think that’ll still happen — but right now we’re still buried in the rubbles of the “house” we tore down by relocating. Rebuilding takes time and effort, I can accept that. But it doesn’t mean I don’t need some hand-holding along the way.
I have a great job, great new home in a great location, a great family who seem to be finally healthy. And my online music business is slowly gearing up, inching toward the level of activity I had before I shut it down. Things, over all, are going well.
I just have a lot on my mind. And I crave some real, long, deep, uninterrupted conversations. (I can see my wife nodding vehemently)
Anyone?
Filed under: Ari, Reflections | Comments (1)
As it happens so often, I can directly relate to a lot of the upheaval you’re currently feeling — the long period of limbo beforehand, the omigod-it’s-so-much-harder-to-move aspect of having children, the disarray of setting up a new dwelling, and the excitement, trepidation, and grief of making a major, cross-country move.
Look at your calendar. Let’s take an hour (or so) to meet up, maybe at White Rock Coffee Roasters…? I offer my ears, eyes, and attention for your spillage.