Communication

You know, I'm discovering that intense focus is a two-edged sort of thing. What is that thing? Sword? Knife? Kangaroo? Something like that. Anyway, one of the things that I've been struggling with for the past few months is the enormity of the change in my life. In a lot of aspects, it's been really positive, but in others, it's been either scary or eye-opening. On the eye-opening end of the spectrum is the realization that when I really focus on something, it's HARD for me to remember to communicate properly. I'm ok with people in the immediate vicinity, but when it comes to family and far-away friends, it can seem like I've dropped off the face of the earth.

Not good. I probably haven't talked to my mom for over a month now, and I haven't heard my dad's voice for almost a year. Granted, he lives in Scotland, and they haven't yet perfected the wool-based telephone, but still. So I gotta work on that. TO THE SHEEP PHONE!

Ahem.

Other things of note: wedding coming up soon (not mine), and I'll get to photograph that along with the ol' partner. Should be fun. And also nerve wracking.

I also had a dream the other night where I was running through a field full of dandelions and green grass. There were people there with helmets and determined expressions running circuitous routes, and I saw them as if they were snapshots slapped on a light table. I could tell they were annoyed with me because I wasn't running the proper route - I was checking out dandelions. So I strolled out of the field and woke up. Apparently I was making some noise or something while I was sleeping, because when I woke, she was snuggled up against me and rubbing my hand. It was a good way to wake up.

;)