Coming back 509 from dumpstering in Burien last night, J and I both commented on the view of the city being massive, one you don’t see that often in Seattle because of the hills. Biking back from White Center after giving B a 14 mile bicycle route tour around the parts of South and West Seattle with character, I had similar love for the lights of SODO. The city reminds me of opportunity, which makes me think about M’s comments about there not being anything for her here. Depending on which M we’re talking about, that’s complicated in different ways. I can’t stop finding awesome stuff to get involved in, I don’t have enough time for it all. As I’ve been thinking about how much I’ve changed, I almost get excited about what’s next. Who’s excited with me?

H told B that I “would learn something just to be able to show it to someone,” as a compliment. I got talking about still feeling like a simple kid from the woods most of the time. I was trying to explain to her what I am in my field, I tried to settle on pundit but she didn’t know what I met so I had to say expert. ick. I guess so, but I hate that. It’s performance review time at work. I don’t know if I’ve ever done this before. It felt like a pain in the ass until I really started thinking about what my accomplishments have been lately, and I’m finding that exercise personally worthwhile. Crazy cool technology has been leveraged lately. I keep getting more compliments about my ability to be reasonable, mediate, and discern in tense and difficult situations. The opportunities ahead are exciting as long as nobody steps in and fucks them up. And elsewhere! So much great volunteering right now! Ah! Looking at my calendar for the next few weeks is exciting and full of great things.

Still, lots of conversation lately about coming terms with being unable to communicate with M. There’s a lot going on in my friends lives that I can identify or associate with that, it seems. Oh well. Can’t win them all I guess.