I May, A Day Am I

I am not entirely satisfied with the above title: I was looking for a chance to use "yam" but I will try to extrapolate some meaning from the meager palindromic offering.

The past month, and the weeks preceding it, were replete with contrast, to say the least. I spent two of the finest weeks of my life in Europe, traipsing about with Claire and Whit and indulging at the incomparable Paganello. I returned to a much different Seattle than that which I left, marked by doubt, reflection and bouts of loneliness, not to mention a troubling dearth of beach Ultimate, Italian cuisine and nightly revelry. Resurrecting professional motivation and reassessing my social life were no mean tasks.

I considered, do I truly want to live in Seattle? Should I run another marathon or play Ultimate through the club series? Am I contented in my profession and, more specifically, my current projects? Should I pursue European employment with the Danish web designer I met in Italy or perhaps move back to Boston? Am I truly receiving an IRS refund, again? These questions and many others rattled around in my skull like popcorn kernels in a rocket ship to the Sun.

I do not intend to suggest that Seattle is without joy for me but rather that I recognized opportunity for a frank assessment of my priorities. Indeed, my friends here are nothing but fantastic and my weekends have not been empty. Recent highlights include much too much beer and food at the Barking Dog, a magnificent Christmas tree burning at the beach, Craigslist bicycle shopping lessons, and a surprisingly enjoyable baptism (not of me, still a heathen). I anticipate renting a house with a few quality co-lessees in July and Dark Horse will ride again at Potlatch. Joy!

And so, my first day of May was productive and happy; I look forward with hope despite lacking clear answers to GREAT LIFE QUESTIONS. I have not the slightest idea where I will abide or how I will occupy in a year. Does anyone ever truly know? I am certain that I will close out this coming month smiling and satisfied (barring rabid dog attacks or death by meteorite). I even have a bit, just a small bit, of a plan, one that I will presently obscure lest the telling jinx the execution.
Return to me, and all will be revealed with time. Right.