Hearts and Thoughts They Fade

I continue to be confused as to whether anyone reads these
summaries. Anyway: It’s been almost four years since we moved to
the island from San Francisco. Two or three nights after we
moved, my wife and I took the ferry into Seattle to attend a
dinner for a friend's non-profit. It was so fun! And we met lots
of fascinating people. These included: a very kind muckety muck
at Starbucks; podcaster-rockstar double-threat John Roderick; and
a wonderful guy who worked for Pearl Jam. A great many
quintessentially Seattle-seeming things were happening in that
one room. The experience left me exhilarated and optimistic; I
thought to myself, “Wowzers! I just got here and I’m already
having dinner with someone high up in the Pearl Jam
organization!”


Four years later, I get into Seattle very rarely and live a
pretty quiet life on the island. Do I feel like I'm missing out
sometimes? Absolutely. Is this the life I imagined for myself? No
way. Still, I’m happy. I feel lucky. I take a lot of nice walks.
So...did I change? I changed by not changing at all. Small town
predicts my fate. 


Special thanks to this week's guests: Michael Barbaro and a mylar
balloon whose flying days are through. This week’s walk is
sponsored by my old neighbor, San Francisco-based certified
professional life coach Pam Daghlian. Pam is great, and offering
a special rate for WALKING listeners at:
pamdaghlian.com/walking