The past few months I’ve been trying to understand why the creativity has been at such a low point.
Those of you who know me in real life know in the past year and a half I’ve joined a consulting firm; taken a modest position writing for a regional publication; and Ricky & I purchased a vacation/retirement home—–which certainly fills a creative outlet. As well as alot of free time.
Along with that, I am ridden with guilt because I am not worthy to mourn the loss of 26 lives last December.
But I do.
And part of the guilt (if that’s the correct word) is that I’ve spent alot of time the past few years bitching about the injustice inflicted on gays when maybe I should have done a little more bitching about how we as a society think it’s worth risking the lives of our children and movie patrons and liberals that attend political rallies; rather than aggressively and proactively treating mental illness.
So, a month ago a dear friend from my past life asked if I’d come and speak to her students about my path from the desk they’re sitting in, to “Living the Dream” that Ricky and I do.
And I’ve spent 4 weeks obsessing what those 45 minutes might sound like. Thursday I will find out.
Today’s Gay Agenda: Preparing to cross a major bridge tomorrow—Introducing a group of students to the real Brad and Ricky.