Follow me home

I've had a strange week. Moods have been swinging from side to side. Monday was a good day, I had a great idea at work/practise and felt really good about it, greeting myself for my awesome imagination. Tuesday at work wasn't that great, I struggled through the day trying to find a way to make my idea come to reality the way I see it. But then the evening again was great, met some friends at a bar, listened to live music played by one dear and near.. Today was again ups and downs. Got some real good feed-back from my idea but still I wasn't able to make it look like what I was thinking. Did I mention I'm working with Adobe Illustrator? Planning brochures, posters etc. to the company, have a panic-causing time-table because they are taking part to three different summits during the spring and launching a new product..? I love the program and the possibility to use my creativity. And I absolutely hate it! I hate that I can't figure out how some things work in Illustrator and I hate that I don't have a clear idea in the mornings what I should do that day at work/practise. I hate that these problems with the computer follow me home. I spend most of my evenings thinking how I could solve the problems with the program. Can I go around it somehow or..? I'm starting to think that it was a good thing that the practise deal was made only for three months instead of the six that we first planned...

Thank god, this weekend is a party weekend.. A friend of mine is having a party on Friday and I got invited to a bar for a gig the same evening by that same dear and near friend who was playing yesterday. On Friday he will be with a band. And he is playing on Saturday evening as well, alone and acoustic. I actually had a crush for this friend few years back. I think he was a bit afraid of me then but after some travelling and growing up (maybe I've done that too, growing up I mean), he's become a good friend. Or at least a better friend. He is still keeping his distance but he's getting there, slowly. He is the one that gave me those little words "thank you" I told you about in my last post and he's repeating those words quite often now. It means a lot to me and it makes me feel good, it makes me feel appreciated, it makes me feel important and noticed, it makes me smile. And I sure don't mind THAT feeling following me home. Or anywhere else either. :) Some of you out there know that I've been hurt pretty bad by some of the relationships I've had in my life, even during the last year. These feeling I get from those small words.. they have the healing effect I've needed for quite some time. I'm not sure I can even find the words to show my gratitude to this friend of mine. And I guess it's ok, he might get scared again if I did find the words.. :D Ofcourse I could use those small but meaningful words back.. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.