Thoughts on Trajectory
I spent part of this past weekend babysitting some friends' kids. Or, well, not babysitting. As both I and their oldest son described it at various times, I was mostly there to hang out with them and make sure they didn't burn the house down or kill each other. At some point during our time together, I realized that the first time I was ever in their house was in February. You know, like this past February. Just over nine months ago. I sat on their couch at a birthday party, incredibly jetlagged, trying not to fall asleep and struggling between the desires to eat the delicious cake they had and feeling like I was about to die from sugar overload. Since then I've spent uncounted hours hanging out in their house, slept on the couch more than a few times, eaten many meals around their table. (This could be a story of how grateful I am for unexpected friendships, but that's for another time.) Photo by Kurt Cotoaga on Unsplash And as I considered -- nine m