This entry will wind and wend about, just a warning...

So it's finally being sort of consistently nice outside! Huzzah! I love this time of year--late spring/early summer, when everything feels inspiring and lovely.

I've been doing a lot of reorganizing and cleaning lately (spirit of the season perhaps?) More and more I have to combat my pack-rat tendencies and start throwing stuff away. No, I do not need my notes from college Latin classes--yes there may be great gems hidden in those notebooks, but I'm never going to go through them to find out, and while I dither they make that much more clutter in my life. I've fallen in love with organizers of various sorts--well put together shelving units, things with drawers in happy places. I love the little kitchen cart I got last fall (that I was honestly afraid was another of my silly whim buys) which really added some much needed counterspace in the kitchen. I'm not done with the great spring clean yet, not by a long-shot, but it feels good to be doing it.

I've joined a small poetry writing group online, which has been fantastic. I really haven't been writing much, and with a once a week "deadline" for a poem I've really been stopping to be creative. Also since joining I've been doing a lot more looking for poetry to read--in the bookstores, online, etc. I used to feel like I wrote poetry because I didn't have time to write fiction--like it was the best thing I could do with my creativity in the time I had. Now I've realized that it's that I really enjoy writing poetry--whether it's in the art of summing up a tale in the smallest possible space, or the ability to describe just this moment or thing, or a chance to tease language into something unexpected... I love the things poetry is capable of doing, and I love being the one capable of doing them. (Or at least pretending I'm the one capable of doing them.)

I'm debating on whether or not I want to quit the bar. I absolutely love working there, but I love CompuHigh more--and I'm tired of being tired all the time. I find myself more and more just wanted to go out and enjoy the shows, rather than to be the one working them. Or else I find myself wishing that I could stay home and sleep. Yeah, I know, it seems like part of me has already decided what I need to do, but since the work is so great, with fun people and a fantastic attitude, I'm just not sure... Will this pass? Is it just the toll of spring allergies complaining? Or do I really need to drop the bar and focus on my other work instead?

Also I've found an absolutely adorable new laptop I want. If I decide to get it (70/30 in favor at the moment) I'll be telling you all about it... (I've already named it, which is always a bad sign--or a good sign, depending on how you feel about spending the money vs. getting the toy you want.)