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Hello Again!

As always, a long silence on the blog compels me to explain myself. Here is my three part defense of my recent absence:

1. I’ve been active! Weekend visits out of town, a new ultimate team (I am feeling very humbled by my lack of skills. I hate being the weakest link, BUT I’m hoping to see actual improvement over the season), wedding preparation for two fantastic friends – wait, four fantastic friends. Two amazing brides and their fun fiancés. And so much more. Good things, all around.

2. I’ve been feeling thoughtful. And private. This past summer, something has shifted internally and I feel much more possessive of my opinions. I don’t know if it will last, but I am enjoying this feeling of establishing parameters and privacy and embracing the reality that it’s okay not to be fully known or understood; it’s an inevitable part of the human experience.

3. I’ve been convicted. A couple weeks ago, my boss found out that I’ve been job hunting. It was an awkward conversation initially, but we revisited the topic the next day, and it was actually quite encouraging and freeing. And I felt convicted about two specific things: my ungracious attitude towards her, and my lack of commitment to doing my best work for however long I am here. It’s funny (awesome) how conviction so quickly leads to change (as opposed to guilt, which only exacerbates the problems). But today, the point is that I have been blogging less from work.

Of course, having said all this, I’m pumped for another entry soon. It’s about soup.



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