building some things.

I have a friend who's not so much a "friend" as someone I've met a few times and whose company I've really, really enjoyed. She is bold, and she is brash, and I know via her Twitter account that she's deeply immersed in welding lessons.

I have another friend, made through mutual acquaintances, who has gone to Peru for an indeterminate period of time to concentrate on her writing and on not being in New York for a while.

A third friend, this one being one of my closest, is preparing for her first child and looking forward to a future where she and her husband are able to raise him and still have adventures. (Some people with children pooh-pooh this idea, but those who've grown up this way know its possibility.)

All around me, people are Doing Things, and I watch and I get jealous and I get inspired and I hope to do some things myself. Mostly it feels like I'm always standing still with a whirlwind around me, never doing enough, but all I really need is to make little dents here and there. Without a manifesto, without an organization, without much of anything except the brains in my head and this undying gusto for everything, I feel like I'm actually doing so.

I don't know if I'm entitled to that right, but I'm taking it for what it's worth. Given that, I don't think it hurts to hope someday to take that trip or to weld some shit or to have that baby, because it's the hope that gets you to the fact.

Also I'm really sleepy.