My Reluctant Truth

There are still tough things I continue to deal with. This sometimes obscures something I know to be true.

So far, this is the best year of my entire life.

If we calmly ignore last year’s catalyst for all the changes in my life, then it becomes quite plain.

I’ve moved to one of the greatest cities in the world. I work at a company I enjoy, on a team whose skills I can count on and whose fun is infectious. Even better, they seem to like me, too.

I have a great apartment with more space than I really need in a wonderful neighbourhood (despite not being close enough to a subway).

Weekends aren’t spent entirely on the couch in the suburbs. Instead, I finished off my work week with my coworkers, beer and board games. I spent most of today playing (and kicking ass at) a puzzle hunt that had my team running around Lower Manhattan. Tomorrow, I have a date.

What would my life have been if I hadn’t left Toronto? Or if I had finally ended up here years later, on someone else’s schedule?

These are questions I can’t answer, but that I continue to ask myself. I have to remember that I am living this life on my terms and that I am not running away from problems. Those problems are part of a previous chapter that has since concluded.

This chapter is where the book gets good.