2007-11-29

I'm typing this on a plane—on my way from Pittsburgh to Burbank.

My friend Lisa just moved to South Korea for a year. Here's a line from an email I got from her:

"...I miss home though, so nights and mornings are a little sentimental."

I really related. I felt like I needed to save my email to her so I could read it later:

Nights are the worst time for me. It's those damned moments before bed. I feel so lonely.

It's like I'd be willing to trade all the freedom and excitement and adventure that I enjoy all through my days and willingly shackle myself into some relationship or routine if only it would take away those stabbing, lonely moments before bed.

Of course, this would be a horrible idea—taking such drastic measures just because I can't deal with a simple, fleeting feeling! But, during the lonely moments The Easy Way out seems like a brilliant idea.

I do the same thing every night whether I feel lonely or not. And, I don't know why, but it works every time.

1) I write in my diary—taking an inventory of the good and bad parts of my day.
2) Then I go to sleep.

In the morning I always feel fine. It's simple, unlike everything else in my life. I like that.

What do you do to deal with it?


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