getting older

It's quiet in my room, and it was slow at work today. I had only one customer to myself, first thing in the morning, and most of the rest of the day was spent bonding with co-workers and blowing the bowls of goblets and throwing them away. There's something in glassblowing where nothing special really has to be said, but sometimes, you'll lend a hand to someone you barely know, or they'll do something a different way from the way you would, and maybe you won't say a word about anything other than the glass, but from that moment on, you know you'll always dig working with that person.

And then sometimes you run into these fantastic egos, and it takes a minute to get used to the person. If you ever do. In glass, there seem to be a few rock stars in every shop. But I'm getting used to it, and learning from them too.

I came home and did the dishes, made dinner, and studied the web stuff for a bit. I was puttering around a few minutes ago, and I wondered if I'll ever get bored of this. I've been here for three weeks, and my mind drifts more than it did in Philadelphia, I work less, stay home more. I study and I think, I spend time looking at things in the museum, I watch better glassblowers, I get thankful that I've made it this far. I smile more. I study videos, objects, books. And I'm happy just like this.

I was always a quiet kid, I always liked a little time alone, but the older I get, the more I appreciate the quiet times between the chaos.