I spy it crossing a bridge on a bus back into the city from the east; I climb a nearby mountain and it dominates the skyline; I walk to work and am pleasantly surprised to see the spire peeking over the tops of the trees at Da’an Park.
I want to believe that I’m a powerful person—like the superheroes I love to watch and read about.
I’m like a dragon, sitting on a hoard of treasure that’s useless to me, unwilling to use or part with any of it and somehow still hungry for more.
Michelle: I thought it was normal!
I reject the idea of bleakness after a mountaintop, the idea that the only way forward is down.
Unsurprisingly, this led to an incredibly awkward five-minute conversation.
If I begin practicing grannyhood now, by the time I’m a granny I’ll have sixty years of experience at it, so I’ll be a really good one.
Did she just say she wants to be felt up when she’s drunk at the club?
If I say I’m bored and/or looking to make new friends, someone’s gotta come up with, “Just join a run club.”
I miss when attention to the world around us, and wonder over the beauty of the earth, was our assignment.
