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what I want

A few years ago spending time with people that mattered to me and respected me was the most important thing in my life. That hasn’t changed. That still is what is most important. We are, after all, very social animals. Being social makes us happy. And, as I’ve said before, success is happiness.

But the people that I find myself surrounded by continues to change. As the core of my group grows and shrinks and mutates, those that support that core fluctuate as well. While staying out until 3am drinking and laughing and smoking and doing silly things that I should regret the next day but probably wont still sounds like a REALLY GOOD TIME, it just doesn’t happen. Not because of lack of opportunity and not because of lack of desire. There are merely more important things. No matter how drunk I get, no matter how loud I sing, no matter who I accidentally make out with, I wouldn’t trade the smile on my daughter’s face, and an early morning walk with her for it. No way.

But this isn’t about Celeste. I mean it is, but it isn’t. Because I wouldn’t trade a happy smile and a nice morning walk with anyone I care about for a night of carelessness and lack of inhibitions. For me, an intimate moment with someone I care about has always been more important. Now, if I can have both, then I’ll take it.

This isn’t a holier than thou thing. There’s nothing wrong with preferring the super-social acts of silliness and debauchery over a quiet, happy, peaceful moment. Everyone is built differently. I’m not knocking those of you who would prefer to stay out late and party. In fact, if I can find a way to get what I want most and join you too, then I will.

Getting married, or finding a significant other, or having a child, or moving within walking distance of your closest friends changes things for people like me. It isn’t because I’ve changed who I am. And it isn’t because the event or other person changes me. It is, instead, because with that change comes that which I seek the most. And, in having it, I choose it over and over again.

So that’s where I am. That’s where I’ve always been. I seek intimacy and closeness. I seek it in all of it’s forms. I seek it as often as I can have it. And I seek it in ways that allow me to have even more of it, instead of in ways that would limit me from finding it. Often that means being around people with the same priority pattern because it just works out that way. But it doesn’t have to.

I still like being super-social and wild too. Believe me, I’ve still got it in me. And if I can find a way to do both, I will. And if being super-social is on the top if your list, but an intimate, close moment with a good friend sounds enjoyable too, then maybe we can work it out to where we both get what we want.

I’m learning that anything is possible. ANYTHING.

looking for adventure

I had originally planned on taking a road trip out to Atlanta this coming weekend. Just get in the car Friday morning and not look back until Monday. But, as one thing leads to another, it looks like that’s just not going to happen. Not because I can’t, but simply because I don’t think it’s for the best right now.

But… I’m still doing something. It’s been far too long since I spent a weekend focused on Photography. So that’s the goal.

So, these are my options. While I may sound sarcastic and downplaying of each of these, I really am quite excited to do any or all of them.

  • Still go to Atlanta… Atlanta, TEXAS, that is. It was, after all, named after Atlanta, Georgia, so I’m sure it’s almost the same as the real thing. Once the destination is reached, just go where the photos take me. Possible sights include Atlanta State Park, Caddo Lake, Jefferson, and Daingerfield (one of my favorite state parks).
  • Visit Shreveport, Louisiana. Spend the day photographing urban decay (like Mike Rosebery does), spend the evening playing craps at some stinky casino.
  • Drive down to Austin and stop by Hippie Hollow to go skinny dipping for the first time ever, arguably legally.  Then spend the evening photographing Austin sights and night life. Probably visit Hamilton Pool as well.
  • See how many Texas towns within 4 hours of my house with stolen/borrowed names I can visit in the course of a weekend. Palestine, Italy, Oakland, Athens, Buffalo, and Eureka, are just a few candidates on a very long list.

Who among you will bring your sense of adventure and join me? I promise as much fun, danger, excitement, and expression as you put into it — which really is saying I promise nothing.

rainy with a chance of sun

I’m actually a bit nervous about my trip to Manhattan next week. Not because of the travel, I’m quite used to that. And not because of the city itself, I’ve been many times and love it.

What’s bothering me, I think, is that while I’m there, I’ll be all on my own. I know a friend or two who wouldn’t even question coming to my aid. I even know a few co-workers there that would be happy to help in any way that I needed. But, still, in the end, I’m there all on my own. In the past, I’ve either traveled there with someone, or had gone there to meet someone. I’m good at exploring. Good at finding my way. Very good with directions. But I still have this whole “safety in numbers” thing going. Being in a car is one thing. There’s some safety that it provides. But walking alone is something else entirely. Should I just hole myself up in the hotel all week? No. I’m adventurous and I intend to have an adventure. I don’t want to be afraid when there’s nothing to be afraid of. Yet, at the same time, I don’t want to force myself to be courageously stupid either.

Also, it’s that I’ll have to work there. It’s one thing to be on my schedule, on my time, doing my thing. It’s something entirely different to be working. I have to get from point A to point B on time. I know where my hotel is, I know where I have to report to work. I don’t have the foggiest idea of how long it will take me to get there. Should I walk? Take a cab? A bus? A subway?

Usually, I drive to the office, walk in and start work. Being in Providence was a small break from that, since I walked 5 or 6 blocks to work every day. But, NYC is very different. Do I need a different bag? Something smaller? Something lighter? Will I be comfortable carrying this around all day? Is it going to be blazing hot? I take great pride in my work and always make sure I go above and beyond to make a good impression. Especially a first impression, which this will be. I don’t want to show up, stinky, sweaty, late, and overburdened with a too-heavy bag.

I’m sure I’ll figure it all out in the end. I’ll have to — it’s two days away. But, until then, I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was consuming quite a few of my brain cycles.

with too many reasons