Happy Fourth!

Today’s traditional serving of All American beer was replaced with a healthy dose of self-reflection. While today involved far less alcohol (none) than initially planned, I can’t complain. Sitting in Alta Plaza Park with Natasha chitchatting about clothes, recipes and life plans was exactly what I needed after a very fun 13 days since my return to SF. As a side note, “my return to SF” is anything post surgery. Anyhow, I spent a good twenty minutes lying in the sun trying to remember where I was last 4th of July. It seriously took me forever to figure out I was in Tahoe—-Dale had flown Lynsey, Kiefer and I to the Truckee Airport and I had only been employed for 4 days.

Oh how I thought my life was perfect that weekend. After four days of employment I thought I had landed my dream job, would make millions during an IPO and would be happy there for the rest of my life. Yes, I am exaggerating to make a point. Was I naive? No. Optimistic? Yes. But it’s just so funny how life turns out. It wasn’t even six weeks before I knew it wasn’t the right place for me. Like all things in life I couldn’t have predicted how my feelings would change. All choices come with risk and I knew the risks in making mine. What I deduced this afternoon is that taking chances teaches you to live each day to its fullest potential. You better make use of each day because you can’t predict how things, people and places will change from one day to the next. I may not be where I thought I would be a year ago, but I sure as hell am living my days better. In the past 13 days I have seized every opportunity in this great city with two hands. And compared to my pre-surgery state of mind I couldn’t ask for anything more. Except for a job.