Welcome to my weird village.
I had a procedure last weekend. It was part of a bigger deal, so I thought I would share the whys of it.
Victoria is home to droves of smug cyclists. If you can't beat them, join them. I bought a bike. Today, a rusted bike trailer sits on my front lawn.
There is this mediocre but well regarded bakery in town. They don’t subscribe to the “take a number system.” Friends get served first. I once tried to get dinner rolls. They snapped back, “we don’t do special orders.” White dinner rolls are “special orders.” When you look at their menu, they have all of these elaborate baked goods. They don’t have rolls. They don’t have French bread. Why? Because they would fail the French Bread Test.
Here are some lessons from 2014. Some are cryptic. Some are good business advice. Some are “inside jokes.” Some are earnest lessons.
The darkest feeling I could ever experience is standing in front of someone and watching them drown. A part of my soul goes with them.
Our north pole of “good times” doesn’t have to have a south pole of sadness. There’s no physical necessity in play to force sadness to exist to counter balance happiness. We can have an emotional monopole.
My friend asked me to join her on a challenge: 30 days without booze, sugar, coffee, and pot. I understood her reasons and I wanted to applaud and support her pledge.
I have come to the realization that I have been under siege for over 20 years. Under siege, I armored up and hunkered down. I looked for ways to build sturdiness.