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(Almost) One Year Later

So after a long hiatus, I blog again! It’s always a mixed bag when I have such lengthy absences. While I regret not updating and keeping a log going of what I’ve been up to, it’s usually because a lot is happening, and indeed this last year has been very busy!

Work keeps progressing nicely. I’m learning a lot and getting to experiment with new ideas, which is a very welcome process. The best place to be is the one you keep learning in, and there is much, much more to do. I’ve also returned to writing with my friends (thanks Jorge and Kev!), and the creative environment is nothing short of rejuvenating and reinvigorating!

The biggest change in my life came on July 25th, when I married the woman who changed my life. I remember thinking about blogging around that time with a simple “Hey! I’m married! woo!”. However, two things worked against this. The first was that I left my computer (purposely) at home, and I hate typing with my thumbs. The second is I’d already posted on Facebook, and it made the blog oddly redundant. So here I am now, more than six months later, still battling the ocean that keeps us apart, but with a ring on my finger constantly reminding me of what victory will bring.

It’s been a great year. And it’s already looking to get better.

Can’t rain all the time.

Eyes Towards The Sky

He holds himself precariously between the three mountains. At this point, he can still touch all three at the same time, but the time has come for him to choose.

He has been at this level for what feels like eternity. His right arm tenses as it pushes against the rocks. His legs bend and flex as they push against his arm, trying to keep the balance without overpowering it. His left hand wields a spyglass, and with a strain he turns his neck to gaze up at his choice.

From where he is, all three mountains look exactly the same. They project out at the same points. They have the same places where the stones look unsteady, ready for overeager climbers to meet their downfall. They have the same caves, places for the climber to find rest or to give up and decide to go back down the mountain. And from where he is, he cannot see what awaits him at the top of any of the three.

The hour grows late. The time approaches. And he must make a choice.

Duty. Desire. Adventure.

He puts the spyglass away, takes his breath, and climbs.