Starbucks and a Moleskine

It was a nice walk to Starbucks, down Harlow Road in the shade of the trees on this warm, late-summer day.  It feels perfect outside, but I long for crisp fall days when the sun shines through the changing leaves, the leaves that crunch underfoot with the lightest of steps, the leaves whose colors signify a fresh start.  To me, anyway.

January 1^st has never felt like a new beginning to me.  No, that feeling always comes when summer transitions to autumn.  Fall means a new school year, at least for another two to three years.  This in turn means new knowledge, new experiences, new people.

I’ve never really made the effort to branch out since I graduated high school.  But with the recent changes in my life, I see no better time and opportunity to try new things, things that could bring me new happiness.

My mind is busy these days.  Bouncing around between ideas for work, my potential small business, my writing, money issues, school, future plans, the past… The list is endless.  It’s sometimes difficult to organize these thoughts, and that’s why I’m happy to have my Moleskine.  Hemingway was a genius.  

The most exciting thing on my mind these days is my best friend’s wedding.  No, not the Julia Roberts movie, although it’s a great flick.  My best friend from ten months old, Tyler Ryan Anderson, proposed to his love of six and a half years a week or so ago, and I couldn’t be happier for them.  I am very honored that he asked me to be his best man, although with 21 years of friendship under our belts, I probably would’ve kicked his ass if he hadn’t.  I have since begun to take notes for my speech.  It’ll be tough, but I can do it.

I Googled all sorts of “Best Man”-related topics, and the list of responsibilities I’ll have is insane.  But I’m excited.  I look forward to planning a great bachelor party/weekend, although I’ll probably keep it more along the lines of tame than the guys who wrote The Hangover.

I guess I’ve digressed a bit, but that’s what happens when I start writing:  my mind goes crazy.  I’m just glad I’ve regained my motivation and inspiration.  I felt empty for a while.  But now I raise my glass (or in this case my iced caramel macchiato with extra caramel) to autumn, or fall if you prefer.  To new beginnings.