gunnison

it's a funny place. a place where... I come back year after year and wonder...
will I fit in?
has too much time passed?
can I weave back into these friends' lives?
am I a third foot?
has anything changed?

and each time...

it's more about me being self conscious
than it is about me being here

this place always welcomes you back
they may look at you a tad strangely
but i'm ok, you're ok

it's like getting reacquainted with a close friend after years apart
you know they know you and you know them
but it takes time
and you can't assume
but you also can't be a wallflower
it's dancing the fine line
between patience and losing all self restraint
and you can't get stuck in either for too long

it's... going back to work on Monday
or going back to school in the fall
or waking up in the morning after a night of mayhem
or sharing a gut busting bellyful laugh and then trying to focus on the job to get done

you've got to be patient with the process
or else you lose it
the cake won't rise
the mousse falls flat
the work of art goes kaphooie
and just when you can't wait one more second for things to gel
that's when you have to be

the strongest

so just wait.