It Was a Glorious Plan
It was a glorious plan: we were to leave this morning at 7h00; the motorcycle is prepped and an extra pair of jeans sits cold in the dryer - even had mosquito netting for a night under the stars. Alas, life in Calgary is too good and pretty much everything in the big picture has worked out better than anticipated, which to my temporary chagrin equates to the reassertion that time is indeed finite. So it goes.
It was decided last week that my program, Trust Treatment, will close alongside our sister program, New Era, as Enviros Wilderness School Association shuffles everything around into what will hopefully, and almost certainly, be greater things. This leaves me in the fun situation of deciding what the heck I want to do come Fall. My contract doesn’t end until December but I’ll need to mix it up in any case. Interestingly, I mentioned not long ago that perhaps Trust is not meant for me and that switching it up could be alright - strange how things transpire.
This sort of thing has presented itself several times in the past year. Maybe I could call it a mix of my own persistence and realizing presented opportunities; however, I think there must be a little chance involved as well. For example, before returning to Calgary, I dreamt of Jackie and me together, which seemed funny at the time as I hardly knew her nor did I know she was back in Calgary; in any case, we were dating that summer. Then the amazing living situations. Then the rad job evolved. Then the fucking bike shop! And so on. It seems like everything’s working out and I ought to be careful what I plan as it could actually happen. I totally should have planned on winning the lottery - I wonder if this trend would suggest that total revolution is here? Well, we know it is coming. But I digress.
Jackie suggests that I list all potential options.
I miss you.
It was decided last week that my program, Trust Treatment, will close alongside our sister program, New Era, as Enviros Wilderness School Association shuffles everything around into what will hopefully, and almost certainly, be greater things. This leaves me in the fun situation of deciding what the heck I want to do come Fall. My contract doesn’t end until December but I’ll need to mix it up in any case. Interestingly, I mentioned not long ago that perhaps Trust is not meant for me and that switching it up could be alright - strange how things transpire.
This sort of thing has presented itself several times in the past year. Maybe I could call it a mix of my own persistence and realizing presented opportunities; however, I think there must be a little chance involved as well. For example, before returning to Calgary, I dreamt of Jackie and me together, which seemed funny at the time as I hardly knew her nor did I know she was back in Calgary; in any case, we were dating that summer. Then the amazing living situations. Then the rad job evolved. Then the fucking bike shop! And so on. It seems like everything’s working out and I ought to be careful what I plan as it could actually happen. I totally should have planned on winning the lottery - I wonder if this trend would suggest that total revolution is here? Well, we know it is coming. But I digress.
Jackie suggests that I list all potential options.
I miss you.