This week is complicated.
Last night Joe and I watched The Tragically Hip concert together. On Friday I watched Evan Dunfee (who I happen to be related to – we share great-grandparents, the last time saw him he was about 3 or 4) race walk for almost four hours. He placed fourth, and then he was the bronze medalist, and then he was fourth again, and he took the whole thing astonishingly well. It’s also pretty amazing to read about his journey, and wonder how different my life could be if I had figured all this out the way he did.
Tomorrow is the fifth anniversary of the death of Jack Layton. We are also approaching the first anniversary of the day we buried my dad.
Right now, this day, I am finished my Masters. I am starting my career again. I am pushing myself to really go for fitness this time – I’m signed up for three races in the next three months.
I might have a real job, with an office and a commute and a salary and benefits within the next few weeks. For the first time in four years.
The rain suits my mood today. Dark, gloomy skies, time to sit inside and think.
In a week or two life will have changed again, for what seems to be the millionth time in the past five years. I’m going to take this day to feel feelings.