lunch=life, the sequel

so i went to arby's and sat at a table where i could see the whole room and watched a little blond boy chat with his mom.

this fits into my metaphor in that it was pleasant enough, but it wasn't necessarily what i wanted - it just happened to be the path of least resistance. in order to get what i want, i have to know specifically what i want, and that, more often than not, is the obstacle...so i settle for arbys', which isn't awful, it just wasn't exactly what i was shootin' for.

this is probably the most telling parable about the path i've ended up on that i could come up with...i'm not miserable, not discontent, not a grinch...but when i've had the opportunities to take a little extra time and drive the extra distance to fiores' for the meat sauce that i love, i've often opted to just settle for the big montana instead.

i wrote a song that ended up on our mutual angels called brand new distance that exists in a couple of versions - the one that ended up on the album was missing this verse:

we've all had to sacrifice
but it's a lonely price i've paid
for cutting these dreams down to size
to fit into this life we've made

so it's not as though this is a new revelation.

this week coming up includes a day off from work to go with blake to target studios to "finish up some loud stuff". i'm also supposed to pick up one of the new vans this week, too, but there's too little time for too much stuff, it seems...christmas is bearin' down on my ass, too....