Wednesday, October 25, 2006
morning blues
this morning i am up. not as early as some mornings, but i am up and awake. i have already cooked and eaten a pancake breakfast. i am now on my second cup of coffee and am about to pack my lunch and head out the door for work another (hard) day at the beach. today will comprise mostly of studying and doing research for my uni course, while i get paid to hang on the sand.
truly all the days seem to be blending into one another. i look to the change in the month as small milestones on the road to somewhere, yet i still don't know exactly what that somewhere is. although i have an idea of what it looks like in my dreams. i think reality is going to be considerably different.
now as i sit here attempting (futilely) to come up with creative words to say, i am confronted once again by writers block. something that all people who write must content with from time to time. yet, we perservere. to where? probably that same place where my dreams tantalize me from afar.
thus far, fatherhood has been relatively good for me. i am not the one up and down 6-20 times at night with scout. really, what can i do? that role has pretty much fallen on the shoulders of cherry. who happens to be wonderful at the role of motherhood. she has taken to it like a natural. it is her "job" at the moment, while mine is to go to work and make the less than adequate money we need to survive. for the moment, that is my "job." maybe one day the roles will swap for men, when we can breast feed. but until then...
as for me, the time is up. i have to go to work.
truly all the days seem to be blending into one another. i look to the change in the month as small milestones on the road to somewhere, yet i still don't know exactly what that somewhere is. although i have an idea of what it looks like in my dreams. i think reality is going to be considerably different.
now as i sit here attempting (futilely) to come up with creative words to say, i am confronted once again by writers block. something that all people who write must content with from time to time. yet, we perservere. to where? probably that same place where my dreams tantalize me from afar.
thus far, fatherhood has been relatively good for me. i am not the one up and down 6-20 times at night with scout. really, what can i do? that role has pretty much fallen on the shoulders of cherry. who happens to be wonderful at the role of motherhood. she has taken to it like a natural. it is her "job" at the moment, while mine is to go to work and make the less than adequate money we need to survive. for the moment, that is my "job." maybe one day the roles will swap for men, when we can breast feed. but until then...
as for me, the time is up. i have to go to work.
