sunday morning

One reason I started writing on a blog again after years of not doing it was because I wasn't a fan of the Facebook and Instagram experience that force you to see whatever somebody has posted.  I like the idea of putting something out there, and if your friends are interested in seeing it, they search it out (I wonder what the dork is up to...let me check). I don't want this to be on a feed, ideally.  It's public, but also feels a bit more private.

It also gives me a chance to easier display my odd creative work.  This morning I'm posting a soundscape I wrote a short while ago:  Recovery Modulating.  

And...a not so random thought.  This Wednesday, on May 1st, it will be 7 years of no drinking for me (and I mean not a single sip). I do not say this to be preachy, righteous or to suggest that my life was some disaster when I did drink (I assure you it was not; I frequently had a fucking blast).  For a few very good reasons, though, I knew that that lifestyle was completely unsustainable.  So I quit and, whaddyaknow, I ended up becoming happier than I had ever been before.  I enjoy the discipline and self respect that staying away from alcohol affords me. 

The moral of the story?  Don't fuckin' negotiate with terrorists.  Keep your head together.