I Hate the Time Change

I miss the sun. I never thought I would long to see the sun like I do now.

I go to work in the dark, and as I scramble off the bus at my destination, I can see the sun just barely coming up on the horizon. The first change of color begins to hit right as I swipe my badge and enter the grounds.

When I leave in the afternoon, it's already getting dark, and on the bus ride home, it gets darker, and darker, and the Portland skyline is full of evening when I disembark.

I miss you, Mr. Sun. Please come back.

All Saint's Day

This is the one day of the year in which I count my blessings, and then make a resolution for the year to come.

So, I think it's fortuitous now that I take the time to remind myself that I am blessed with friends and secure in my life. I may not be truly happy. But I am safe. And I am loved. And I will need to repeat this all to myself ad nauseum for months. Because it doesn't seem to sink in very well.

I celebrated today by seeing an amazing piano player, Jonathan Biss, perform down the street at the Newmark Theater. It was two hours of literally holding my breath, his playing was so energetic and overwhelming. I was joined by a friend from work, and we followed up with a wonderful dinner at the hotel down the block. I feel like such an adult.

And I feel blessed.