I don’t know about you, but I yearn to be more. This drive comes from a multitude of sources, both internal and external.

Recently someone very important to me began a journey of self discovery and expression. I’ve seen her share with the world all manner of stories diving into her adventures and visions of the world.

It stirred something inside. At first I thought it envy. With the free way she’s been able to tell her tale I couldn’t help but be briefly jealous at the natural flow of her cadence and story telling. I was exceedingly impressed with how well she told her story. I was floored. It was like seeing someone for the first time. Realizing how much. This might be a smidge on the repetitive side already by yeah I was jealous.

At first.

Which is weird, because I’m not really that guy. In my head rattled around “god damn casey. You’re the ‘writer’. How has your friend, in one post, shown you up completely” followed quickly by a palm to the forehead.

Wrong line of thinking.

Right line rattled around immediately. I have a friend who has found a way to be herself and share and I’m damn proud of her. Then I realized what the negative pang was, the fact that I haven’t followed through as well as I should have with those goals and endeavors as I had intended.

So. Here we are. Inspired.

Rum and cokes. On a couch in Mexico. It’s taken me 3 weeks to finally get past the first 2 lines of this post (if you couldn’t tell by the complete change in direction).

My friends inspire me to be better. To be a better me than I could have been on my own. They lead by example. They don’t let shit slide when I make excuses for myself. They tell me the hard truths I need to hear. They hold me up when I can’t do it on my own. They help me realize the potential I have, and allow me to pursue my dreams without fear of losing them.

Without my friends I’d be a sailboat set adrift without a lick of wind.

Not to downplay the fam. They’ve all done the exact same. The two have become interchangeable. My friends are a part of my family. We’re all in this shit show together. Let’s make the most of what we can when we can. Grab the bull by the horns and give it a few shakes, because in our beautifully brief lives often that’s the best we can do.

I know what I need to do now. Thanks to my friend, and I’m sure as hell going to give it my best.

Next post won’t be years from now and hopefully it’ll be a bit more structured.

Until then.

Crash and Burn