Hi everyone,
I think it goes without saying that I’ve been a bad blogger.
I apologize profusely for my lack of posts and general absence from the World
Wide Web, but I’ve been busy! In order to address all of the recent happenings
in Bean Town, I’ve decided to publish a series of posts, thereby increasing the
likelihood that you’ll return to read more.
First and foremost, I’ll address my job since it’s really
the reason I moved to Boston. In a word, it’s great! Unlike some entry level
positions that restrict one’s capacity to grow and evolve, this organization
places a lot of responsibility in my hands, allowing me to become a better
researcher, writer, and AR activist. Plus, employees sometimes bring their dogs to
the office. It’s a great excuse to procrastinate.
AZ friends, I’m sorry for what I’m about to say, but we’ve
been in the 60s and 70s for almost the entire time I’ve been here. Sure, we
have some inclement weather, and there have been some hellishly humid days, but
I can confidently say that I do not miss the Phoenix heat.
So, when I’m not working or reveling in the Spring-like
weather, what have I been doing? Lots of things! My nights and weekends have
been peppered with PRIDE parades, concerts, movie nights, drinks at Top of the
Hub, walks around Harvard and much, much more. I finally feel like things are
falling into place, and I couldn’t been more grateful.
Life is a funny thing. Some people curse their misfortune,
commiserate with others in similar circumstances, and wait for some form of
external approbation to know that their feelings are valid. Others are
optimistic and meet new challenges with determination and conviction. Despite
these two very different approaches to life’s adversities, I've always found that we
have a limited amount of control over their ultimate outcome. Many worthy
individuals experience hardship and despair while their more pessimistic
counterparts encounter happiness and (sometimes) wealth. In my situation, I
have unequivocally been blessed with friendship, love, family, and unwavering
support. While some may bask in the brilliance that is this good fortune, I
have a difficult time accepting that I deserve it. But I know it’s true. I
deserve to be happy. I deserve to be loved. I deserve to live a life of
richness, depth, culture, and passion.
Please forgive the highly tangential paragraph, but I wanted
to share some of my recent musings.
Have a great weekend, everyone.
xo
