Jerry’s Pond will always be there. Girls come and go, but memories usually stick around for a while.

I’ve been reading this book entitled Hindsight. I’ve got a few other non-fiction books half finished as well, and when I read Where Cool Water Flow this last couple of days I realized that the other non-fiction I’m reading is relatively hard. The latter is stories from a Maine guide from the Grand Lake Stream region of Maine while the others are nearly academic works.

I suppose I need to remind myself to have faith that everyone will work out alright, and that I don’t need anyone special to be happy with life and who I am. While a bunch of friends sent me birthday wishes today, a handful took the time to write me a note and I had at least three people tell me today that they were glad I was born. Some were joking, some were serious, but I appreciated it. I was thinking today about how unimportant I am to M, and the clarity that lens can give me. Being back in Seattle is strange, and while it shouldn’t take too long to find the city groove again, I’m hoping that I can keep some of the burden at bay.