I thought the last one would be my last letter, but it wasn’t.

It has been a month since I deleted you from all non-work networks, and said goodbye in person. Not a word has been said between us since then. Yet, I’m still thinking of you.

It’s changed, though. I’m starting to see you as competition. I never really viewed our teams as competitors, but now I am. I learned so much from you, and now I really want to be better than you. Every day, I use what you taught me and work to be smarter and better at this job. Someday, I want you to reach out to me for advice and for me to have the opportunity to be warmer, more welcoming, to be a guide for you.

Mostly, though, I just want you to be proud of me. I’d give just about anything to hear you say that. 

I look back on our partnership as the best of times for me with this company, and if I got the chance to do it all again, I would.

But now, onward. Upward. Ahead.

Be well, P. See you when I see you.


I saw a post the other day that I can’t find now that criticized something that’s always bugged me about media. It seems like nearly every time fiction critiques prejudice and oppression using fantasy scenarios, the oppressed class is feared and hated for reasons that are actually pretty logical and legitimate. Take X-Men - in reality, LGBTQ people are not a threat, and fearing or hating them is a matter of bigotry and ideology. A class of people with dangerous and unpredictable superpowers? A reasonable thing to be afraid of. Or Zootopia! Having discrimination against predators represent racism or xenophobia… has troubling implications.

I know it works for dramatic purposes, but it’s really imperfect allegory.