Old Familiar
I'd like to say that this is uncharted territory - that we're bravely marching forward into challenges and uncertainty with open eyes and brave grins. You know, living the questions, like Rilke said.
This is not the case. This is charted territory, crisscrossed all over with trails that dead-ended. Lovely journeys that ended too soon. Don't think I don't know better than to hope for a destination. I'm not looking for a destination, I'm looking for a path that will take me as far as I want to go.
And I think I've become gun-shy. Enough failures, enough balks, you get kinda frustrated, especially when things start to look depressingly familiar. We've been here before and we need to either push through it or give up and go home.
PDX this weekend for a wedding with J, plus Powells and Stumptown and Beulahland and Tao of Tea and maybe Screen Door. J is still on the mend after post-op complications so it's super chill super low pressure. I guess we'll see what happens. I'm holding out hope that there's no dead-end around the corner.