The Complicated Pieces

Lets just get something straight here; I hate to read, I've never liked writing, and I most definitely don't like opening the dark hole of my emotions up. I once settled into a cozy corner of a grungy old couch in the middle of a hip coffee shop, cracked open a book so new it still had crisp pages that sounded almost animated when you turned them. As a novice reader I felt like I obviously had to intently read every single letter in each word in order to be fall into the power of the hook that made me want to devote precious time and ignore the heinous back-corner-of-the-library smell that all new books have.

As I'm focused on the inside flap I catch myself drifting as this book's author went on a rampage of unrelatability. He is preparing us for a wild journey through the phase of his life he has set out on to "find his purpose, re-evaluate his personal goals, and sift through the people in his life" in hopes along the way that will catapult him into his future "better self". Can I just say, I call bullshit.

I get it; life isn't fair, people are sometimes (to put it simply) assholes, situations arise you can't prepare for, and the expectation society has for you is to wake up, drink your morning go-go juice, and be ready - for everything. This is life.

You see, what I didn't realize the day I decided I was going to "be a reader" because I chose to sit in a hot tea and honey stained couch was the the journey of life that everyone travels is different. Yes, I was fully aware of the concept, but as I've gained a few more trips around the sun, begun to raise kids, and found someone who challenges my daily existence, you really do get to a crossroads in life where you are forced to choose a path. The Simple I'll Miss is my account of the path I am choosing.

This blog is meant to be a collection of short stories; glimpses of the most important moments of my childhood, captivating tales of ordinary days from so long ago it seems like they replay as black and white, and precious memories that are starting to fade away too fast for my comfort.

Each element of the stories I tell are real. The people are my people, the places have been marked as sacred. No one will ever experience my life the way I did, but maybe this way I'll have something to share before the day comes to leave it all behind.