Thought one: I am fairly sure that I am a lover of Jazz. Honestly. I am listening to evening Jazz music tonight on KUER 90.1 and I dig it. It's groovy. It makes me feel like dancing. It's so mellow, and there is something about it that almost instinctually matches my mood. I am feeling a little melancholy, and the music is right up my alley.
Thought two: I went to the high school weight room for a while tonight. As I was leaving, I felt a twinge of sadness. There is something about being around eternal youth, young bodies with fresh faces, that makes it difficult to think about growing old. I feel old today. And I wonder: would I feel less old if I did not work at a high school but instead worked only with adults? Would I feel more old if I were still working at a jr. high?
I have no answers, but, man, today I am all jazzed up about feeling old.