The Movement of Another Year
Dumpy, balding me; staring down the future. Huh. It's been over a year since I posted anything. How did that happen? Oh yeah, life. My brother died in April of 2021 and something changed, or paused. Whatever that "something" is, is still on hold. I think it circles around grief, or the lack of it, and the guilt that comes with getting on with life. But maybe getting on with life was what was needed. I spent a year staring at the hole where my brother was and feeling little but anger that he couldn't put the brakes on his addiction; but he'd be the first to tell me that was his problem not mine and he was living the life he chose right to the end. So I got back on the bike, dug out my tools, started sending out resumes and leaned into the reality that life was not going to work itself out without some direct action. It actually went pretty well, as my late father-in-law would say. What follows reads like a Christmas letter. I'm sorry about that but I can'
