Two weekends ago I was in San Fran, seeing friends so very dear to me. I spent last weekend in Vancouver debauching. Yesterday I got reviewed on my performance on the last 6 months of my work.
If there is one thing that is abundantly clear after this first year out of school , it's that you must take charge of life lest you become subject to it. I guess this is something I've practiced most of my life without really understanding its consequence. I'm not sure when in school I lost sight of this truth, but something has made damn sure I am aware of it now.
Yes, it has now appeared twice as the theme in television shows I watch regularly. And yes, travelling does not necessarily equate to taking action or directing you life, but these are really the only hard facts I have to corroborate a renewed, old perspective. It really has come to frame everything again.
I've mentioned/alluded to my fears surrounding my loss of passion before. The idea in its extreme forms still terrifies me. But it's not how I feel now. Time will continue to pass. The challenge is to not fight it, but to accept it. To bestow just the right amount of importance upon it. To embrace one's humanity. To be cognizant of consequence. To mind the long-term while living for the short-term. To feel empowered.
I feel good. I feel great.
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