One of my more notable goals for 2015 was to not overextend my evenings.
This past Thursday was not a high point.
In true 2014 fashion, my plans started with one thing and then snowballed into three. My collegiate dance team from another lifetime, Chaotic 3, was hosting a showcase night to show off their new set and get input prior to a competition.
At the same time, on campus, my friends were on a panel that I figured I would stop by prior to the showcase night. After the panel some were all going to the monthly KTown party, Spam N Eggs, where a bunch of folks I hadn't seen in a while were likewise ending up.
Thus, my Thursday became packed.
I don't know if I can necessarily point the blame at anyone. I mean, I guess it's really on me when it comes down to it.
But in thinking about what a packed weeknight looks like and where it stems from, I reflect on how this city segments us in very real, bordered ways. To state the obvious, in order to see our friends we must fight schedules and struggle against time in traffic and at work. When there are opportunities to connect within walking distance or easy driving, you take those opportunities because you never know when they'll re-appear.
Which is not to say that we have an excuse to not engage. Far from it. This city can keep us busy, but only if we allow ourselves to actually get into it.
The advent of Facebook has ushered in an age of event invites and FOMO. Is it possible that our nostalgia for the non-digital has started to manifest itself in programming and gathering?
And at some point, perhaps we just need to drop the act and take the moments in. Year goals are a starting point.