D, bummer on the cover art shuffle. Breathe and sense who to approach next.
Today is my last day (maybe) attending an in-person meeting of my career. It's a moving post. So, I think this is it, but ready for one, maybe 2, more.
Oh, man, am I ready for this. Closes out my intuition from my 20's to 30's that my willful disregard for career development would mean I'd work past standard retirement ages. I'm living mere blocks for the center of gay life in NY. My friends are getting sick, some had died already. The governments of the world were doing the chest pounding routines and it looked like they might nuke it out. NY has a lot of angry, easily ticked off people and I might find myself in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I accepted the offer. Heya, has it played out. The past 8 years have been the busiest of my life. From 62 to 70.
To follow the song from Hamilton, One Last Time. Today, one last time I show myself, and this organization, how it's done.
So be it.
And so it is.