I’ve been inspired to write…by reading

Common sense right [the title]? Perhaps thats why they say “its not so common”.

2012 has been a tumultuous year, but not for the many reasons that often follow such a word. For starters, I’ve endured (or perhaps enjoyed, if we’re being honest) a great deal of change over the past 10 months. I’ve made new friends, met new people, started a new relationship, and in just about every aspect that means anything to me, I’ve entirely changed my life. Stepping out of poor eating habits, I stepped into the gym. Putting down the game controller, I picked up the guitar. And for my latest trick, I’ll be eliminating the excuses and finally turning my thoughts into words.

For anyone who’s read anything I’ve posted online before, this next bit should be no surprise. The difference however is the source my newfound motivation. For as the title implies, I’ve found new inspiration to get on with my writing…and once again, I did so by reading.

A Personal Diaspora” is the title of a little known web blog beautifully crafted and manicured by a friend of mine, Kevin Laughlin. Now Kevin may not posses the digital marketing skills necessary to get his blog featured on Digg, or Reddit, or any other online aggregator, but in short I’m not sure he’d be interested. For, in its simplest form, “A Personal Diaspora” is but a public storage unit that Kevin uses to offload his saddled mind. Through reflectional narratives of varying depths, and intriguing, if not controversial, argumentative essays, the contents of “A Personal Diaspora” is as diverse as the diction and syntax and that compose it.

So where am I going with all of this? Simple really. As of late I’ve started a dialogue with Kevin. One through wich I’d like to think both sides have found some inspiration. I however, more then he, have found the inspiration and, let us hope, the talent to write and to write often.  As should be evident by the revamped look and feel, I plan to re-begin-again (3rd times a charm) my writing.

So check back here, and check back often…I’m pretty much almost mostly completely serious this time.

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Michele and I

Where oh where to begin? Let us try the beginning…

It had been well over two years since my last real relationship had ended and since then, I’d done little more then waste a good deal of money on a few good times and some fun memories (no offense ladies, all 3 of you). Then, on a sunny blue sky Saturday in mid-March, on a rooftop in downtown Chicago as I watched the river die green…it happened.

-St. Patrick’s Day, 2012.

Anyone who knows me also knows I’m a hopeless romantic. And I’d spent the past 24 months or so, proving it. But on this day, as I drank green beer and ogled at the view with my good friend Brian I had little idea how, by the end of the night, everything would change. I’d only recently begun “talking” (the new-age term for “chasing” or “courting”) with a young Whirlpool engineer named Michele. Michele and I were both committee leads for the Whirlpool Young Professional’s Network so we’d met earlier in the year. Brought together, in small part, by a mutual friend, we’d been carrying on a conversation based heavily on an agreed fandom of everything College Basketball (it was March after all, remember?). On this day however, the topic changed. By mid-day we’d spent a majority of the time casually drinking and joking between the 2, 3, 4, and sometimes 5 to 10 of us all up on the Chicago rooftop. Just as the afternoon was peaking, and the daytime party was about to conclude, I suddenly felt my mouth saying things my mind had only recently come up with…3 minutes later, we had a date on the schedule for that following Wednesday.

It has been over 6-months since that fateful day on the roof in downtown Chicago. In July Michele moved down to Tulsa, OK for a 6-month work assignment at a Whirlpool Factory, she’ll be back in January. We talk every evening and facetime on our iPads/iPhones almost every night. I can honestly say, I’ve never found it so easy to spend time, share life, and fall in love, with another person.

As I tell myself every day, I’m a lucky guy. Hopefully, I’m on to something.