I’m at the annual conference for the type of work I do. I look forward to it every year, and every year I experience the same thing. I anticipate the conference as an opportunity to blow off steam and take a break from the everyday, and within hours of being here, I miss my family.
Right now I’m sitting in a hotel room, alone. I purchased a movie; 22 Jump Street. It’s funny. A buddy movie, for sure, with a lot of gay irony stuff going on, but not offensive; all in good fun.
Tomorrow I’ll blog about the conference, which hasn’t actually started.
I had dinner tonight with co-workers. It’s amazing how you can work with people and miss important details about their lives. For example, the two people I dined with had no idea I play guitar and write songs.
They’re good people that I work with. Smart, good at what they do. I’m lucky to have them as co-workers. It was nice having dinner with them tonight, but I am acutely aware of the absence of the person I love the most, which is my daughter. She’s staying with Grandma, because my wife died three years ago. I miss her, too. I miss her terribly. Sorry to get so personal, but that’s what happens when you’re alone in a hotel room.
On a happier note, I’m going to play some of my songs for my co-workers, now that they know about it. I’m sure they’ll like the songs, because they’re damn good. Maybe someday I’ll share them on the good ole blog.