Anywhere

It's early morning on New Year's Eve. I'm sitting at a crowded table of markers and drawing pens with two laptops set up to play Minecraft and Jurassic World Evolution 2. The second one is a surprise for Salem who is still sleeping. He was up late last night. I have about two more cups of coffee before the reality of responsibilities kicks in.

I value these moments and I've taught myself to not feel bad for taking time to myself. I don't get a lot of it. Yet, when I do have free time, I find myself sometimes thinking about people I knew a long time ago. Every so often I feel adventurous enough to reach out to someone either by Facebook message or a long email. A few days ago I wrote a very old friend who has yet to write back.

I suppose it's time to make a resolution for the new year, but I'm already a gym rat who eats consciously. I have the job of my dreams and it is starting to pay pretty well, which is great. Maybe I'll just go on being thankful for this year in the same way I'm thankful for each and every day. I still find it unwise to pass up a chance for any sort of personal growth, so here is my resolution: I'm going to find a way to make my family international again. Perhaps it will take more than a year, but I'm going to begin focusing on adventure again. It's not fair to my son to hide my past from him. 

Here I am, looking out a snowy window and letting the coffee reach my brain. Whatever the next year brings, I'm just happy to be anywhere.

12/27/2025

Awake and caffeinated. Already been to the gym. Back home and everyone is still asleep. Erykah Badu plays softly from my phone next to me. My cat chews on the side of my laptop. Winter boredom; I have a hard time relaxing. Short hair sucks. I need a new tattoo. I'm happy that I'm drawing again. Everything is interesting and important. 

Dream Machine

I've invented a dream machine, at least that's what I like to call it. Every morning like clockwork, I wake up sometime after 4 AM and drag my blanket to the couch where I'm greeted by a small square pillow and a second that is moon-shaped. Within seconds I'm back asleep in a wildly vivid dream world, and I do this every single day.

Some people have a hard time seeing clear images in their heads while others can see things clear as day. I happen to be one of those who can't really see much beyond eyelid goo, but there is hope. For whatever reason, the part of your brain that delivers brain juice to your consciousness is a different part than that which controls inner mind visualization. So, for people like me who rely on what I call a filing cabinet of information rather than a slide show, dreams have become that much more important.

Ornament

Today you cried when you saw your picture. It was a gift given to you by your teacher in the form of an ornament for our Christmas tree decorated with a photo of you wearing a Santa hat and holding a string of flickering lights. There is a cozy winter scene behind you with a gingerbread house and lots of snow. It really got to you for some reason when we were opening presents today, and I didn't want the entire day to pass without writing that somewhere. The very act of putting those thoughts into words is comforting.

I've been trying to get my inspiration back, the kind that I once invested in art and music. There is no doubt that I've converted much of that energy into parenting, but I'm finding myself once again in a place where I begin to fidget at night if I haven't created something during that day. Today I drew three or four cartoonish video game characters, and it doesn't matter how much personal touch I put into them, I just needed to feel a marker carry itself across paper.

For a short while I was beginning to grow afraid of something I could not control. I caught myself doing that thing where I anxiously pace from room to room of my small house. I get caught up in a thought or lost in a pattern of temporary interest and distraction and suddenly I begin to feel bad like I'm wasting my time. Somehow writing this down allows me to zoom out a bit and whenever I take a moment to do that, I catch a glimpse of realization that I'm probably just misfiring from being so hyper-focused on my duties as a father, husband, etc. 

Yet, I feel a certain sense of concentration coming over me tonight that I haven't felt in a long time. Watching you see yourself in a photo of holiday job and feeling those emotions you felt face to face made me realize that it's time I see my own photo for the beauty I've created. 

I love art. I love this spectacular painting we are making together, my beautiful son.

UASLP Fall 2025