Climb on up

“…had my eyes peeled both wide open,
and i got a glimpse of my innocence... got back my inner sense...”

This line is taken from the Pearl Jam song that this blog is named after. I’m what you may call a fanatic. No, I couldn’t tell you what Eddie’s wife’s name is or when Jeff’s birthday is or how many tattoos Mike may have. To me, knowing that doesn’t enhance my listening experience. However, when that little diamond starts sliding horizontally across the iTunes bar, I am entranced in the music.

Their songs have always spoken to me when times are difficult. My fingers peruse their catalog like a forked stick searching for water in the desert. Eventually, an oasis is found and as soon as that first note pours through the speakers, I know it will quench my thirst.

At the tender age of thirty, I have reached a difficult point in my life. Not even Pearl Jam could help with this one. I’ll spare you the details as it would be both boring and skewed. It can be summed up in four words: Detroit or New York. There’s no fame or fortune for me to be found in New York. All the city has to offer me is the assurance that 30 years from now, I will know I was not afraid. Afraid to change. Afraid to fail. Afraid to succeed. I am not Howard Roark; however, that doesn’t mean I have to settle for Peter Keating. So after 16 years in Detroit, I bid thee adieu.

I’m not entirely clear on my intentions for this blog. I feel it’s a creative outlet for me to begin writing again. If in the process people find it interesting and enjoyable, wonderful. I hope over time that not only will readers learn about me, but more importantly so will I.