Its been forever and a day but today is a day I just felt like writing. I wanted to do this whole “if women were wines” earlier this year but that was when I gave a shit about metaphors. This blog was supposed to flow, but sometimes life gets in the way with work, friends, adjustments, broken hearts, you know…the usual.
I’ve ran into this loop like I have with wines. In wine, I have gotten really interested in a region or a grape and hit it really hard. Maybe a certain technique I really want to try the following harvest. Kind of the way life hits us right? I become attached and begin to store these bottles and emotions because I know I want to look back and say “boy…those were the days”. Life recently, has felt like that. I begin a new quest, I take in everyones needs with my personal experiences and bottle them up so someday I can say “boy…those were the days”. But why do I really want to bottle these bottles and emotions up?
I can remember my first journey with wine. I just broke up with a girlfriend and I thought it was all over. My career, my personal life, my stability relied on that one relationship. So when it broke I had to wonder who I was and what I was made of, so I took off for the search of myself and great wine. I set off with this open slate, that no matter what happened on this trip…Its a new leaf. I ended up in Napa and said I was going to live here one day. The valley to me was a vision of who I would become. The wine, the lifestyle, the people, I wanted it all. It took so many years of hardship and tribulations to truly understand what was ahead of me. To understand the magnitude of what was to come even gets me pondering some days. I sat down just with wine, and I had the same feeling. I have made wine for a bit, dabbled in the idea of taking it serious. To me, it became more than being a valiant boyfriend who just worked the tasting room to help out. I sat there at Inglenook having lunch and knew this was the start of something very special. Was wine something I could really make a life with? That even though I could not serve my country, I could serve the vines or some other sappy shit I can come up with? (I said I wouldn’t get cheesy).Well…fast forward and here I am in my living room in Napa writing this blog on the right track. Don’t think for a second that I’m done, this is just the beginning.
It’s those memories that I keep opening up like those bottles of wine for dinner. Take a whiff, some are past their prime and some needed some time to age. The aromas hit you the same way they did the day you experienced the event/aroma. My treasured bottles from Napa before I became a resident, the Paso Robles wines I picked up from the previous harvests, the wine I made down south. Those years of therapy, those years of hardships, those times that were rough…but those times that were so damn good. They are all so connected to me and one day it will mean just that much more.
I can honestly say that the good times are rolling these days and the best part…I keep the tradition, theres new bottles, new people, and emotions in my cellar I am holding to look back on and say…”damn, those were the days.”