2601. Reflections on Friday Morning

So, last night’s post never got uploaded. That bit about falling asleep on the keyboard was not even close to a joke. It has been that way for a few nights now. I return to the keyboard each night in hopes of finding something waiting in my mind, but discover all that is there is fatigue and disappointment. It isn’t writer’s block but a life imbalance that has my mind moving in one direction while my body moves to prevent the kids from killing each other. By the time I have a mind and a minute to get this thing (writing) started, I’m drained and seeking caffeine. Often I fail to finish the thought I began. For example, the last post was titled, Baud and I wanted to reference to source of that, the old school modem and the hacker site it spawned. I have my own in-progress site that I need to attend to. 2626East.com is based around the school I work at and the students I work to promote and improve every day. I hope to make that site become of value.

Beyond the 26’s my real focus ought to be writing, but I admit to being a bit lost there. I don’t know what I want to write. My confidence in the company I’ve been writing for is low right now for a number of reasons including creative ones. I feel like I need to do something else for a while and come back to that after. I feel like I need to grow but I don’t know it what direction I am meant to grow. All of these factors are compounded by a ridiculous deal of uncertainty in my personal life.

So, there I am. In a nutshell.

2600. Baud

“Late nights mixed with early days, and it’ll probably be that way until the pearly gates” ~Big Sean

If I could do one really awesome thing for my kids it would be to build them a legit beyblade stadium. We’ve been playing again since the arrival of the new Beyblade Burst season. I’m a fan of the show and of the idea of beyblading in general. I’m even more of a fan of being able to create something that is meaningful for the kids as opposed to some type of simple gift I can pick up at the store.

The conversation with my eldest today about xmas led me down this dank path. What he told me was that he wasn’t excited about xmas, because there wasn’t any sort of gift he was really looking forward to. Now this in of itself is an issue. Xmas ought to be about family and love and spending sweet sweet time together, but it isn’t–not for kids. Without anything ‘special’ to look forward to as a present xmas felt empty to him. He was, however, happy about being on break.

So it fell to me to figure out what to get him–them–that makes it seem special. I suppose there is another way to go about it–to teach them the true meaning of xmas–but I’m not entirely there yet myself. I must admit that right now xmas is starting to feel like the pause button on my work life and a chance to sleep and recharge. Of course, that isn’t happening either or else I wouldn’t be blogging at two in the morning trying to keep from passing out on the keyboard… again.