This is it

Chasing peace. Finding it, loving it. I dabbled in the whole "going out" thing at the beginning of this year. It exhausted me so fast, depleted my entire source of energy (and between cab rides and general spending, my money too!) after one month. It's not who I am, not anywhere near who I want to be. The same way a party girl needs to run away for a weekend to relax... color me the compliment. That is exactly what I'm not.

Give me sunlight, give me warm nights, give me long walks, give me conversation. I realized just how much I love a good conversation, even if its about nothing, or everything, or all in between. I could sit on a stoop or a rooftop for hours and have the time of my life. Who needs those distractions? Who needs to be stimulated with mindlessness, just to have an excuse for friendship?

When I was asked to bartend for a design event this weekend past, I laughed at where I found myself at the end of the shift. I kept neglecting the bar in search for conversations. Alcohol can't have the spotlight; it needs to play in the shadows, lubricate the way for passion. If I can't feel them in your words, why are we even talking? Why are you drinking? What are you hiding?