So I went to Colorado a week ago. More than. I've been percolating (and as busy as a mother trucker) on the whole experience, and juxtaposed to the upcoming funeral, no, divorce (I've called it a funeral, what, six times now? while talking about it to others. I don't know why the word comes. The relationship is dead, and all that's left is to bury it), it's been a roller coaster of emotions.
Especially since I'm sitting alone in an apartment, in Limbo, Purgatory, what-have-you, staring at options and ideas and plans. I have so many. Aspen's an incredible woman, and we complement each other so well. Here are some of the ideas running around in my head.
1) Get published. Aspen's had a bunch of experience with networking, and although I'd like to think I know a thing or two about it, I have always failed miserably. I thought self-publishing was the direction I would take, and now I'm leaning toward whatever Colorado has planned for me.
2) Move to Colorado. Haha good segue, right? It's a ripe culture, blooming, growing. While the Midwest seems to be dying, hollowing out, drying up, Colorado's in bloom. It has Aspen, of course, but even if she were out of the picture, which she isn't, I can't shake the memory of the place. Especially with the second recession coming, it'd be nice to be out of the Midwest and somewhere with more opportunity.
3) Make a bug-out bag, a la my father. He put together a lightweight 3 day pack with absolutely everything he'd need, including dehydrated food, water, and clothes. He created his own alcohol stove, for super-cheap, and ended up spending a little more than thirty bucks on it. It's very doable. I want to do it, especially after that State of the Union address. I'm fairly convinced the government is running the country into the ground.
4) Repurposing artwork. Bethany left behind a bunch of great artwork that needs to be finished, and a lot of unstarted projects (like fifty pounds of slate tile. WTF?). I'm in the place to do stuff, even though I am by myself in this place. I don't want to think about that.
5) Blog more. Four months of writing hiatus is almost over. I've spent so much time in this funk--not depression, no--and holding pattern, concerning the divorce, concerning my future, my limbo, that I'm finished waiting around. I want to get back into writing.
Aspen calling. Got to go!
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