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June 24, 2007
Tiger Beat all over again
Flying from Chicago to Dallas today, Rick Springfield was in first class with us! And I will totally let go of how old it made me feel when NO ONE I mentioned this to even knew who Rick Springfield WAS. Christ on a cross people, get with the program! I totally wish I had my Tiger Beat magazines from way back then -- it was always a toss up between Rick Springfield and Scott Baio... until I went totally bad-boy to Billy Idol. Rick was looking smoking hot, too. I called Leslie when we landed and she informed me that Rick Springfield is actually a year older than my mom, hah! Whatever botox, plastic surgery, etc he's done, it's worked for him and then some.
When we finally got home, I had to check through my iTunes, and found my collection sadly lacking in Mr. Springfield's tunage. Yes, everyone remembers Jesse's Girl, but there's also Don't Talk to Strangers, and Affair of the Heart. Listening to them now, I realize how many vaguely smutty songs I listened to as a kid. Whether the person I am now is an endorsement or an indictment of that fact, I know not :)
Aside from the omg Rick Springfield 2 hours of breathing the same recirculated air, it was a long week. Changes are snowballing, but definitely not in a bad way. We'll be moving in a few months; I've got a clear position and task ahead; and I really feel lucky to have the team we do. More than that, I feel like I'm back on my game after years of sitting on the sidelines. I missed myself a lot, honestly, and it's going to be a learning experience reconciling that with the facets of myself I've added in the last 5 years or so. There's a lot to sort through there still, but things will work out in the end.
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June 13, 2007
But I need more than myself this time
Growing up and moving on in life sometimes means leaving friends behind. It's not that you care about them any less, but life and change get in the way. Some of my oldest and dearest friendships were formed when I was working at GlobalCenter eight years ago. The culture there -- everyone was young and new and fresh and ready to go places in life -- and the nature of the job -- shift work and team work -- combined and left us with more than a job, but an era in our lives. Since then, I've moved cross-country twice; gotten married; helped build a business; and have changed immensely because of those things, but I've kept those good times with me -- a touchstone for getting through the darkest days.
I found out today that a dear friend from that time is really in trouble with drugs and needs help. The warning signs were there, both when I saw him in person last October, and in phone calls and IMs since then, but somehow I managed to wall them off and ignore them. Being so busy myself, I didn't put together the snips and clips of his descent into paranoia and his personality shift. Maybe that's a cop out... 'being busy'. I didn't have free cycles to acknowledge his problems, and part of me still feels incredibly guilty about that. Even through that guilt, I know that there's very little if anything that I could have done to prevent this. He's an adult, thousands of miles away, and he made his own choices.
Tonight I spent some time mourning the loss of that great kid he used to be; the one with the promising future; the smart one; the kid with dreams and hopes and a life ahead, waiting for him. I hope the adult he's become can get clean.
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