Stephen Yeargin

Tonight Samantha and I ventured out to East Nashville to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. We ended up walking around two of the bars listed on the pub crawl schedule and left without ordering anything from either. You see, tonight I learned the price of being a young married couple while most of our friends finish up their stints in grad school — a lively social scene. The places looked like a lot of fun, but when we are with each other we prefer to simply talk about our day at work or whatever news item has infuriated or overjoyed us. That tends to not work out very well for the bars. Conversely, when we are out with friends we can talk about a much wider range of topics in a lot more general terms. I keep refusing to label myself an introvert, but my inability to nurture a social circle suggests otherwise.

We took a light walk through the park near our apartment earlier this evening before our abbreviated odyssey through the east side. The weather was near-perfect for it today, helping ease away the daily struggles and uncertainty that have managed to creep into our consciousness. Somewhere around the trail head, kids practicing baseball and determined faces of the runners that jet past us I am able to find a bit of peace with chaos in the world around us. We talk bravely of the future, helping keep everything we do in the scope of a much larger plan.

I’m hoping to make this a habit.