Older and Wiser (?)
Here we are on another birthday, a year on from the one I described as “my suckiest ever”, and I’m pondering on the changes of the last year, and whether things are better or worse.
On the upside from then, The Mrs is now here in SF with me, which is a huge bonus over last year. The cat being here (especially in his current unnaturally affectionate mode) is also a plus.
We just got back from a short holiday, which was both lovely and massively needed, and I’ll write about that shortly, so that was good, but the fact that it was the first serious break (excluding overnights and the odd long weekend) in well over a year is telling.
And we’re living in San Francisco, which is obviously as I’ve previously noted A Good Thing (though I still need to do better about being ‘of the city’.)
More broadly, I can’t honestly dredge up much enthusiasm for our current lot. I’ll be frank, work isn’t ideal. I just wrote, but have now deleted, a long paragraph about why it’s not that discretion suggested I shouldn’t publish. Let’s just say this isn’t the job I agreed to take when I moved us over here, and it’s been getting further away from that job pretty much ever since I arrived.
Don’t get me wrong - it’s better than not having a job, obviously, and I’m not daft enough to think otherwise, especially the way the world is right now. But I feel unmotivated and unchallenged, which is not ideal, and in large measure I feel guilty for having uprooted us all for no really good reason.
So this is definitely a better birthday, but looking back, I can’t help thinking that last year’s was something of an omen for what was to come.