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February 19, 2001
in which vaguaries are clarified
I don't have time to regret the past. I regret the things that haven't happened yet. --Some French movie on cable
I've been dwelling on mortality lately.
On Friday, I interviewed a
70-year-old man who is being treated for prostate cancer. We talked for four hours, and he told me some of
the amazing stories that populate his life. Despite his long history, his grey hair, and his walker, he
seemed very young. 70 is far too young to have to worry about death.
I spend most of my days looking
to the future and wanting to be there. But the future is already too short for all of my dreams, and every
day more of them slip away unrealized.
This is why I have resigned from my job, effective March 13. I
love what I do and the people I'm doing it with, but there's a lot of moving and shaking that I have to do
before I'm ready to build a career. On March 15, Laura and I are taking off. In early April, we'll arrive
in Portland, Oregon.
Beyond our road trip, I have no idea what my future holds.
Posted by Courtney_Sherwood at February 19, 2001 01:02 AM