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%title 2012-08-26 21:22:10
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%date Now is the second springtime of me
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:blog:fossil:diary:
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It's a little strange how, even in so technological an age, we can still come back to the yearly cycle for metaphor and feel comfortable.
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Five months ago, on March 21, I had the worst night of my life, period, <em>ever</em>, and tomorrow marks five months to the day when I returned back to work for the first time after that. That makes it May 5 in this new springtime.
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And unlike the previous springtime of adolescence, this is a springtime of unknowing. Before, I always knew what would come next. Elementary to middle to high school, and college afterward. College to a job to retirement. Buy a house, get a dog, get married. But now, I don't know when summer comes, I don't know when the year ends.
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Two weeks ago, I gave a presentation in front of a standing room only audience on data visualization and the furry fandom.
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A week and a half ago, I resigned from my job as project lead to accept a position at Canonical as a developer.
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A week ago, I began tapering off the last of my medications, and picked up a nervous tic from it.
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Friday, I received a call telling me it was okay to stop that medication flat out.
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Yesterday I painted my toenails with James for No Reason At All.
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Four hours ago, I experienced hypnotism for the first time, and the imagery of springtime was cemented in place. I haven't been this relaxed (even with the tic) since the summer of the previous cycle.
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There are things embedded in the western doxa which will make this all sound so trite to just about every one of you, but folks, life is so big and <em>so wonderful,</em> the high points so exalted and the low points so profound, that there is honestly no better reason to go on living than life itself.
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Have at it.
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All my love,
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~M
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