– where I am, what I’m doing, how I got here, making the Fall classes part of it. Thought about sending them an email today or next week sometime, just introducing myself…. But too early, I know. OR, I could write the letter and just not send it.
This new turn, story shift, prompting new thought, planning. Not sure how else to say it…. Well I know exactly what to say now. Nothing. Let the story narrate its state and shape to me.
Glad I chose this cinnamon dolce coffee instead of the espresso. Yesterday the latter was a bit much, having me a bit shaky and twitchy driving down to SF. Still thinking of the city, how it felt to be there for the first time since before all this pandemic shit was our Now – I had lunch with a Senior AE, and we hit a couple doors together. The city has always fascinated and intimidated me. When I was in my 20s and would go there with my then-friend Chris to hit clubs or bars or whatever, he would always drive. I lacked, and still do to some not so distant extent, lack the confidence to combat those streets and then unexpected oneway streets. All days are like that, though… that’s what I’m seeing where I am – who Mike Madigan is …