all the best

I’m feeling moody and reflective—waves of emotion washing over me from one hundred different directions as I prepare to emancipate myself from the shackles of my quotidian woes.

I’ve been saying it for a while, but everything that is meant to happen will—and everything that is supposed to happen does. Take that thought with a spoonful of triteness if you’d like—but my life so far has proved that to be the case. Everything I do, and every person I encounter has lead me quite specifically to something or somewhere else. I won’t bore you with the details of how I arrived at point b from point a…but life is really all about the journey.

I’m grateful for the past (almost) four years I’ve been hunkered down in Issaquah because I’ve met people who will be indispensible to me for the rest of my life (certain adult children excluded). I have amassed memories that are good, bad, and embarrassing. It’s vain, I know—but I can’t help but wonder how and if I’ll be remembered. Will people miss me? Will my co-workers cast longing glances at my empty cube space and wonder what I’m up to? Will those familiar strangers with whom I’ve never spoke but always shared a friendly smile wonder what’s become of me? I was trying to work through these musings with my girlfriend Stephanie while we were out at coffee and she summed it up in the most brazen way- but I’m not sure that I agree: “If I left the office today no one would give a crap (edited for public consumption). And you know what? Neither would I.”

In life, I try to leave a positive impact wherever I go: whether it’s bringing levity to a situation, offering advice, or simply complimenting a friend’s outfit (I’m really good at this). As I move on to this next chapter I’m sure an entirely new cast of characters will unfurl before me in a rich tapestry but in the interim I wanted to note how appreciative I am of every foil thus far. To all those who I’ve known and may never know again—I wish them all the best.