Through A Squinted Eye

I was asked how I foresee the year to come… all I could do was reel through my thoughts.  How do I answer such a vast inquiry.  Does this mean the economy, my take on global events, if the Red Sox will win the World Series (oh they will), the milestones my daughter will reach, the direction of my job, the growth and strength of my newly formed family, my love and adoration of my wife, my physical status, my mental health, my musical appetite, my personal growth, what goals will attain, the likelihood of moving, and I have more to throw at you. The question at hand was posed by my wife, in which I have to think what part of life is she wanting to know my perception.  All aspects collide when she inquires.  I realized then that I am having trouble compartmentalizing my life. 

I hate bringing work home, despise being asked what I did when meeting someone for the first time, and avoid discussing my day in detail once I leave work. Luckily it was lunch and not the end of the day where I can shift into myself.  I guess what I mean is, I show up to work for work not to necessarily be an individual. However, it seems that work along with the worries of the world are following me into my personal life.  What is becoming scary is that the different aspects are blending or growing together like an obese person growing to their couch because they are unable to move.  That’s it, I feel like I am in some way stuck in this position.  I guess I need to at least get my pancake turner.  Regardless, I am not my job nor do I want to be.  So I must refresh my personal life a little because it seems that I am losing pieces of that as more of the burdensome exterior world (yeah the real world) is gathering.

To answer my wife… hope.  I look for hope that separation will return and happiness can prevail.